by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 30, 2015 | Poetry
Voice speaking, crying out Saying things needed Feeling all alone Desperate to know the answer Seeking to be free Of ties changing, dragging thee. Voice may be loud Sounding almost like a horn Blowing breath, scattering every way Or soft and mellow Holding dreams...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 21, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Some things go around Same as before Nothing changed Just the same, once more. Once more Once more some things go around Go around Same as before. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2014