My Lost Love

The tall candles were throwing
flickering pieces of light on the windows
of the old house when I heard her voice
whispering to me in a dream song. I saw
a faint image of her face echoing in the
candles’ flames, as raindrops
tinted the windows with a mist. I had
thought that the many years would have
erased a sense of her soft touch and
faded her visions that had encompassed
my being for so long, allowing me to
begin anew after the hollow years, but it
was not to be so. The cruel clown in my
mind, with his gaping painted mouth and
his kohl eyes leering at me, caused me to
ponder on all the fading memories of our
togetherness, and then I wept.

Secret Memories

Wandering thoughts awakened by
dawn’s incoming apricot mist, crept
silently into the kitchen shadow of
the old farmhouse, while I sat in
dawn’s early hours sipping pekoe
tea, and delving into all the precious
memories only I can see.
Softly silently
My mind soars up peacefully
visions of soft memories

James G. Piatt lives in Santa Ynez, California, with his wife Sandy, and a dog named Scout. He is a twice Best of The Net nominee and a four-time Pushcart nominee. His Poem, “Teach Me,” published by Long Story Short, was selected as its poem of the year in 2014, and he was chosen as the featured poet in publications eleven times. He has had five poetry books, The Silent Pond, Ancient Rhythms, LIGHT, Solace Between the Lines, and Serenity, over 1790 poems, five novels, and forty 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.