Stewing Nostalgic

We devour old times –
two clouded,
broken-eyed,
cat and dog –
fishing sacred out of
vast champagne night.

I may linger,
eat air,
an ocean –
that delicious thing –
fool to heal
this moist open throb
& it must work.

(My Friday muse is online magnetic poetry.)

9 thoughts on “Stewing Nostalgic”

poetryfromtheinkwell says:

January 4, 2019 at 10:39 am

A beautiful stew.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 4, 2019 at 12:07 pm
  
  Thank you.
  
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  1. poetryfromtheinkwell says:
    
    January 4, 2019 at 12:55 pm
    
    You are welcome.
    
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Diamond_$ says:

January 4, 2019 at 11:14 am

Amazing anti👌

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 4, 2019 at 12:08 pm
  
  Thanks
  
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ivor20 says:

January 4, 2019 at 7:36 pm

The proof is in the taste.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 5, 2019 at 8:35 am
  
  Lol! Thanks.
  
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Debra says:

January 4, 2019 at 8:10 pm

I love this! I can hardly imagine it coming from magnetic poetry, but truly lovely!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 5, 2019 at 8:37 am
  
  Thanks so much Debra!
  
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