Tagged: nostalgia

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A Crucial Lesson

Short Story   You think you know, sonny?  You don’t know!  You don’t know!  I  know; I was there!  I saw it all unfold and I could tell you every detail…  of what?  Of what? ...

beach poem 0

Nostalgia

Poem   My eyes are always searching, see again this endless blue. Was it real, was this dream true? My fingers want to touch again- warm and golden sand, Feel it’s pulse, rhythm, life....

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Gravity

Short Story The water looks welcoming, friendly. It reflects the colors of the skyline. My feet are bare, my shoes behind me on the pavement. The sounds of traffic slowly fade from my mind....

September poem 2

September Magic

Poem   Today, when I was walking I saw the “ghosts” of one friend after another. In the faces of strangers walking down the path I saw my friends’ eyes staring back at me....

poems about contentment 0

Happy

Poem   The wheels on this rickety country bus continue humming along the warm pavement, turning, just as time turns and ushers me towards that place where you are wherever that is whoever you...

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Ship of Dreams

Life Poem I am aboard a ship, looking at my past, don’t know where I’ll go, don’t know who I am. Is this my home I’m leaving? There, the little spot on the horizon,...

nature poem 1

Those Nights

Poem I love dancing with the trees, their touch is gentle, light, I love singing with the wind, its touch reminds of the past, of summers long gone and lost, of nights full of...

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Zephyr

Poem The wind picked up, bringing a familiar smell with it. In a rush I was taken back. I smiled, but the moment zipped on, the gust was Too strong. I went farther back....

Nostalgic Poem 1

Back In Time

Poem Back in the days when the summers were hotter, and the skies were bluer, and the faces were younger. Back in the days when my home was the Cosmos and my garden was...

reflective poem 1

What Used to Be

Poem   I used to write. So many words about love, lust, hurt, desire, life. Some still exist in places on the internet I don’t go to anymore, some I threw away because I...

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The Curtain Dances

Short Story   I’m sick of the clock ticking. It echoes through the halls at night when it’s dead silent. Peacefulness interrupted by ticks and tocks and struggles for breath from next door. Those...

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Upon Losing a Childhood Home

My mother swore for the twenty-three years we lived there that the house was grey when, clearly, it was white. White with black shutters and one-two-three on the mailbox and the old camper in...