Castles and lockets:
the makings of childhood dreams –
I wander pastures
of blue-tainted memories,
see patterns on regret’s wings.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @ Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Tag: nostalgia
Weaving Meaning
Nuances of nostalgia –
jagged edges
succumbing
to unsuspecting cubes
nourishment
moving and opening
I distract
We grapple
under construction
Meaning percolates
This is life
these bits and pieces
of a resurrection
dragons and time machines
ticket stubs
scattered.
(Originally titled, Weaving Bits and Pieces, this was a found poem – the product of collective responses to a prompt. Image my own.)
Attitude Wins
If I measure progress
by “used-to’s”
illness and age win
I used to play tennis
speed and muscle
ease of ambition
This place, the nexus
of how life has changed,
teaches me appreciation
Frost in my veins
permanent, warmth
of memories aglow.
(Image my own.
Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson)
Beat Goes On
Big band galas
Seaside dancehalls
Swing dancing
Men in uniform
Memory-soaked
daydreams like
shots of adrenaline
arthritic fingers tap
to a distant tune.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.
Image my own)
First Love
Endings
berry-coloured
sentiments
resting on a shelf
Nostalgia
doesn’t give a lick
about failures
cherishes emotion
No amount
of cunning can erase
the sweet taste
of first love.
(Image my own)
Rainbows
Nostalgia casts rainbows
over stormy passages
Why is darkness so alluring?
I breathe passion into losses
soul revolting against the light
committed to seduction of perhaps
Where is the wisdom in this brooding?
Naïve rumination seldom begets the gold
best to look away when rainbows appear.
(For Eugi’s Weekly Challenge: rainbows. Image my own.)
Mothers Have Regrets
Fancy myself pragmatic
but these cherubic faces
render me nostalgic
Not for the times –
for they were hard –
but for the ideal lost
Speculate on failings
shallow expectations,
pray I did enough.
(Found this old photograph of my two girls.)
Alone
Soft, the day’s fading light,
hushed, the manic pace –
my heart’s rhythm lulled
beats a nostalgic melody –
love’s memories bittersweet.
(Tuesdays, I post a poem from Twitter. You can follow me @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
Faulty Vision
Cupped hands gather tears
dreams once clear now misted, gone –
nostalgic ideals.
(Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: water/ smoke. Also for Reena’s Exploration challenge – image featured.)
Cedar Waxwing
A spot of red
and dash of yellow
bandana masked eyes
how you transport me
to simpler times –
childhood days
when you and I
wiled away hours
hidden deep
beneath summer
canopies – maple,
beech and willow –
listened for whispers
on the wind,
searched for treasure
on rocky creek bottom.
Years since our paths
have crossed like this,
have you returned
as reminder –
your sweetness
a blessing, now
that I only linger
at woods’ edge?
No matter the reason,
I am content
that we meet again,
my friend of old.
(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Photo from personal collection.)
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