By: James G. Piatt I devour the rocks that lie Beneath my wandering feet,The bushes with red flowersThat line the hungry brook,Then I digest nouns, verbs andPrepositions that paint the Landscape with edible […]
Poem: I Marvel About Life
Poem: A Disturbance
By: Dr. James G. Piatt The burnt Willow trees On the smoldering edge Of the lazy torpid brook, Bend to the wind like a Nervous, anxious crowd Waiting for the night train, I […]
Poem: Only a Memory
By: Dr. James G. Piatt In the room Where the broken Vase exists Dead roses weep In sorrow, Darkness Covers the Rumpled bed, Splintered glass The diary… unfinished, Too late… Lost in Shadows, […]
Poem: Where are the years?
By: Dr. James G. Piatt I smelled of Birch leaves, a Flowing brook, small pebbles and Youth. My heart was composed of Summer flowers, bumble bees, and The scent of timelessness, my mind […]
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