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  • The Odor of the Roses

    The beautiful homeless black lady wrote about her pain on cobwebs while she sewed her raveling sweater together with tattered yellow sorrow. Her thoughts left shadowy tracks, as timeworn bare feet trod over dusty stone covered paths like a sled over broken glass.

     

    The sad telltale hours of her disillusioned existence were written between the lines of infinity, and echoed into the dust-filled heated air, but no one heard it, or cared.

     

    This was not the life she imagined, she had hopes of it being better than her sorrowful childhood: A rusted cart filled with scraps of glass, metal and broken memories, stands by her side as she sits on a broken bench where rusting nails attach her to the cruel world. 

     

    Red roses, in her dark and weathered hand, drip blood the color of the rose, and send a faint rusted odor into the air as the thorns dug into her flesh. The pain in her eyes and body hides hidden behind the odor of the roses so no one knows.


    About The Author

    James-P

    James G. Piatt, PhD

    Dr. James Piatt lives with his wife in a replica 1800s eastern farmhouse in Santa Ynez, California.  He has had four collections of poetry, “The Silent Pond,” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), “Light” (2016), and “Solace between the Lines,” (2019), over 1,375 poems, four novels, seven essays, and thirty-five short stories published. His poems have been nominated multiple times for “Pushcart” and “Best of Web” awards. He earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from BYU (Brigham Young University.)