Articles by Peter A. Witt
Poem
In Praise of Banging
(2021-01-04) poem unrhymed
Peter A. Witt is a Texas Poet and a retired university professor. He also writes family history with a book about his aunt published by the Texas A&M Press. His poetry has been published on various sites including Fleas on the Dog, Inspired, Open Skies Quarterly, Active Muse, New Verse News, and WryTimes.
Silence
(2021-02-01) poem unrhymed
"...Headstones mark
the life of one long past..."
Leaving Me Softly
(2021-03-01) poem unrhymed
"...when the sun casts
golden hues over the valley mountains..."
Poems in the Breeze
(2021-04-05) poem rhymed
"...tales of soulful scenic wonder,,,"
Rain
(2021-05-03) poem unrhymed
"...then the bang
of the barn door..."
Headline: Washing Machine Eats Socks
(2021-10-18) poem unrhymed
"...I know
a pair of each was there when start was pressed..."
Requiem
(2021-11-15) poem unrhymed
"... a package
being dropped off for storage..."
Poetic Recipe
(2021-12-13) poem unrhymed
"Poetry is a dash of salt and a pinch of pepper
mixed with silvery shallots..."
First Squeeze
(2022-01-10) poem unrhymed
"...zest of orange permeating the breeze...."
Woke Poetry
(2022-02-07) poem unrhymed
"...Brevity demands the perfect
six words to express love..."
Old Red Barn
(2022-08-01) poem unrhymed
"...didn
Loud and Proud
(2022-08-29) poem unrhymed
"...singing a song stolen yesterday..."
Elder Repairs
(2022-09-26) poem unrhymed
"...too many cracks, too many places where water seeps through..."
Where you'll find me when my poetry days are done
(2022-10-24) poem unrhymed
"...see the bluebonnets blazing in a spring meadow..."
Chickadees were silent at 3 a.m.
(2022-11-21) poem unrhymed
"...on a night when fading leaves lay still on the trees..."
Not sure where I am, but know where I ain’t
(2023-01-23) poem unrhymed
"...and isn't my backyard, no matter how much time we spend mowing the lawn and weeding..."
Days of the Week
(2023-02-20) poem unrhymed
"...whispering cowbirds wishing to be great horned owls..."
Shiny Red Shoes
(2023-03-20) poem unrhymed
"...she ran here, there, everywhere, around the house, the yard..."
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