I have heard the voices call
sound so mournful
I remember, I recall
Voices soft, a haunting trill
makes my heart race
even now, even still
One day I may too
join their voices singing
such a sweet refrain
But until then
I will be in awe
of such loving sounds singing
echoing, all around.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Stingrays flying
In a most beautiful place
In awe, inspired by their beauty, their grace.
Leaping from the sea
Are they jumping in fear
Running from danger beneath the waves?
Not known for sure
For they may be just washing mites
From their smooth, dark face.
Stingrays flying
Leaping
With a particular ballet grace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Stingrays flying
In a most beautiful place
In awe, inspired by their beauty, their grace.
Leaping from the sea
Are they jumping in fear
Running from danger beneath the waves?
Not known for sure
For they may be just washing mites
From their smooth, dark face.
Stingrays flying
Leaping
With a particular ballet grace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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