Poem: Forget

By: James G. Piatt


Beneath the shade of a
Sycamore tree, looking at
thoughts reflecting off the
ripples of a blue pond, I
hear the strident voice of a
red headed acorn
woodpecker tapping,
“forget, forget, forget,” into
the emptiness of silence.

But, how can I forget, even
in this beautiful sunrise of
apricot hued colors, when
chaos is everywhere, and
pain is etched in the
bodies of innocents, and
the minds of blameless

Categories: Poetry

Tagged as: ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.