The poetry of James G. Piatt

She

Fragile moonbeams shine
through the windowpane
upon her wizened brow,
leafless trees bending to
the brusque winter gales
slap against the window
glass: The elderly woman
awakens to the sound
recalling long forgotten
memories, as shadows of
ghosts of the past, flit
softly across the room.

 

 

Weave Me A Story

Weave me a story out of the aroma of
Lilacs and Jasmine; weave it across my
mind so I will never have memories that
cause pain.

I feel the rain upon my face, the land
nothing more than a shadow, a ragged
silhouette of greyness sitting in
moisture. I search for the moon in the
darkness of the clouds, and watch a
heavy mist gathering in the sky, painted
with dark blue erasures.

Weave me a story out of the aroma of
Lilacs and Jasmine; weave it across my
mind so I will never have memories that
cause pain.

I became one with the gnarled oak trees
and dusty paths that I walked for hours,
in the heat of a summer day. When the
balmy breeze caressed my face, I knelt
by the huge root of a Sycamore tree,
and dreamed of being one with the
mountains.

Weave me a story out of the aroma of
Lilacs and Jasmine; weave it across my
mind so I will never have memories that
cause pain.

My mind is occupied with a contented
silence as the rain continues to shower
my face with its moisture. I form words
from old images, and mold them into
poems.

Weave me a story out of the aromas of
Lilacs and Jasmine; weave it across my
mind so I will never have visions of memories that
cause pain.

I carved long past events into the white
bark of a Birch tree so I would not forget
them: I then placed hurtful visions along
with gathering branches in a pile, and
burned them so my dreams would not
contain grief.

Weave me a story out of the aroma of
Lilacs and Jasmine; weave it across my
mind so I will never have memories that
cause pain and crush.


James, a retired professor and octogenarian, has had several poems nominated for both pushcart and best of web awards, and many were published in the “The 100 Best Poems Anthologies.” He has had 3 collections of poetry, “The Silent Pond,” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), and “Light” (2016), 4 novels, over 1,070 poems, and 35 short stories published. His fourth collection of poetry, “Memories and Musings,” is scheduled for release this year. He earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from BYU.

One comment

  1. James Piatt’s poems are very touching. I like the ways they reveal an old person’s life, where the tumultuous past seeks to intrude upon the peaceful present. His refrain of “Weave me a story out of…” effectively relates the human need to find meaningful resolution with one’s memories. In retirement, I often find myself sifting through my past, via dreams or recollections, to approach greater understanding of events which no longer matter to my present circumstances. The soul seeks to heal even when our days are slow “with contented silence.”

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