by Patrice Clarkson | May 16, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
I go to write Listening for the words to form Pictured in my mind they come They take their form On the page they rest Now said, now wrote. I thank the presence That brought them to my mind Formed the thoughts to convey And then Without another word Quietly slipped...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 25, 2013 | Poetry
Fingers move across the page Feeling emotions that do rage Calming down anxious stress With each word that is expressed. Yes, fingers make anguish Dissipate As they move across Caressing a waiting page. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 20, 2013 | Poetry
My heart sends the word To those that want to be Free and deep dark In the sea of cordial ecstasy. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2013