Poetry by James G. Piatt: The Old Crate and They Meet Again

The Old Crate

The old wooden crate in the garret,
innocuous, yet mysterious, covered with
dust and rusted years; inside are small
boxes stuffed with ancient memories,
pictures of those long dead, forgotten or
never known, and other sundry things.
The atmosphere inside the trunk has the
odor of ghosts, life and death, tears and
laughter, youth and old age. A trace of
a fragrance of lilacs and red roses
lingers, and a hushed silence covers
thoughts still echoing inside a lady’s
bonnet, and a man’s jaunty beret. Dainty
cotton gloves curling around forgotten
time, grasp the coldness of brass
buttons on a child’s frayed red jacket.
Years rusted to thinness lay beside
forgotten oxidized dreams and sepia
images of the past, grown weaker by the
present events of life. An old inkpot
belonging to an unknown poet in the
family, sits in the corner along with
faded and yellowed magazines
containing his poems of love, nature,
and death, the lyrical rhythms spilling
into the noiselessness of the air, and
heard now only by phantoms. The crate
holds all the things that made up a
family’s special events stored for time to
erase, the common things that
accounted for their existence, birthdays,
weddings, graduations, funerals, all
stuffed inside small boxes.


They Meet Again

It was in the fuchsia tinted dusk
sinking into the vortex of the
horizon’s melancholy that he
paused in oxidized time to sense
reflections of her in a shattered
mirror. Where daytime and
nighttime merged into one and
only a thin purplish-grey line
existed, her image was reflected
in the prisms of moisturized
memories curling down from
clouds tined with long gone
forgotten moments. Years
passed into eternity and hair
turned to ashes as their separate
lives floated in rivers, which never
met. Bygone visions emerged as
hours, oxidized into shadows,
echoed a nostalgic vision of their
past time together. Only a faded
red rose flattened by time in a
book of poems celebrated the
briefness of their time until two
graves sat side by side with their
names carved into them.



Dr. James G. Piatt has had poems nominated for Pushcart and Best of Web awards, and his poems have been published in The 100 Best Poems of 2015 & 2014 Anthologies. He has won poetry awards, was interviewed as a featured poet in numerous magazines, and has published 3 poetry books: “The Silent Pond” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms” (2014), and “Light” (2016), and 850 poems in over 90 different magazine, anthologies, and poetry books. His books are available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.