As I Search
As I search into memories gone,
the heavens hide those thoughts
which darkness dwells upon
and the evil spirits cast their lots
I pause upon such dark things
for they will surely besmirch
the creative thoughts which sing
and drown them as I search.
Those in Need
Some hear church bells each misty day
Echoing in the misty halls along a street
And mark each saddened face along the way
And mark each cry of misery that they meet,
In every weeping voice of every man,
In every maiden’s tear, they hear
Every sorrowful voice, they scan.
The despondent men that sob,
And the homeless ladies that cry
Causes every church bell to peal
An elegy as saints thunder a sigh.
Sorrow flows through minds that feel
Into shattered allies and broken roads
Where caring people tend to briny tears,
And went to places where sadness flowed
To ease troubles, need, and fears.
James G. Piatt, a retired professor and octogenarian, is a twice Best of Net nominee and four times Pushcart nominee. His Poem, “Teach Me,” published by Long Story Short, was selected as its poem of the year in 2014. He has had five poetry books, The Silent Pond, Ancient Rhythms, LIGHT, Solace Between the Lines, and Serenity, over 1750 poems, five novels, and thirty-five short stories published in scores of national and international literary magazines, anthologies and books, He earned his doctorate from BYU, and his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, SLO.