by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 12, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
I don’t want To talk about bad things to come Not about people Who have succumb to treacherous lives No weeping Wailing can disguise. No, I want To talk about how my heart soars My voice roars the beauty of things And the gentle kindness A good heart brings....
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 13, 2017 | My Musings, Poetry
Remember when The world was small Worries, cares were nothing To speak of at all. No crashing down Of a market Not really existing Not at all. No change in time It just moved forward Regardless of everything Anything at all. No mushroom cloud No toxic smoke No...