James G. Piatt

 

James earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and a doctorate from Brigham Young University. He is a retired professor. He has had over one hundred and thirty poems published in dozens of print and electronic poetry magazines, journals and anthologies; Taj Mahal Review, Contemporary American Voices [featured poet], Long Story Short [featured poem], Word Catalyst Magazine [featured poet] and Phatiítude Literary Journal [featured/interviewed poet] are just a few.
 


The Last Celebration


Sweet visions of the celebration have gone away,
The winter night is now cold and shrill:
The icy breath of my memory reflects in snow.

Red wine and an empty chalice now dismay,
My broken heart is abandoned and still:
Sweet visions of the celebration have gone away.

Cold thoughts linger on, as the wine turns gray,
My heart is frozen with the winter's chill:
The icy breath of my memory reflects in the snow.

The aroma of sweet wine no longer possess bouquet,
The dull moon is turning to the iceman's will:
Sweet visions of the celebration have gone away.

Unfriendly whispers of parting still replay,
Blowing cold thoughts like a poison pill:
The icy breathe of my memory reflects in the snow.

In the year ahead, the cold wind will not stay, and
Sunnier days will arrive upon the hill: but for now
Sweet visions of the celebration have gone away,
The icy breath of my memory reflects in the snow.


Dreams

Near the stream
Where I once dreamed,
Moreover, watched butterflies
Flit and fly
Into the deep cobalt sky;
Feelings from the hills
Where peace teemed
Into my mind
So unforeseen;
And softened the earth
So hard and dry;
White clouds scudded
With not a sigh,
Fish darted swiftly
Up the stream;
My thoughts continued
To wander
To and fro, from thought
To thought, until
They arrived
Upon life's
Mysterious lore.
My wakening mind
Has but
To ponder,
The feelings that
Are fraught,
With images
Of the colossal,
Chore.


Pleasant memories


Pleasant memories have come to stay,
My mind is silent and peacefully still,
They live in my happy dreams at night.

In colorful shards of glass so gay
The final echoes spew peacefully and still:
Pleasant memories have come to stay.

In the blissful sunlight of they day
They sing within a boisterous rill:
They live in my happy dreams at night.

Serene thoughts are those that stay
Around the window's flowered sill:
Pleasant memories have come to stay.

And in the stillness of my aging way
These thoughts overcome evilís will:
They live in my happy dreams at night.

In the tranquil images formed as I pray
In my searching mind, thoughts instill:
Pleasant memories have come to stay,
They live in my happy dreams at night.

 


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