Poems from the Lost Place

By chicklet

By chicklet on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

all roads lead to Rome and so this winding path taking my feet over pebbles over open hills towards some dark green overgrowth must lead somewhere...

By chicklet on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

Break of day Yet another morning. Day had hardly brightened Only around the table A clattering of spoons And shuffling of large feet In soft-soled...