Nostalgia

Nostalgia

 

What hurts the most is the bloom,

the poetic vision I would always see,

in silence….

the naivete in things I would never know.

 

I would wait…

only a moment for his breath to change.

Then,

I would watch.

I watched with fervor the delicacy of his innocent face,

peaceful in dreams he’d never betray.

 

Fine lines crinkled at the bare edges,

soft breaths on the inhale,

and sweeter ones still on the end.

I knew every time I watched that these moments were finite.

Brief, and temporal,

but so full of life.

Every time I watched without hesitation,

sacrificing my own to absorb like a fiend,

searing the landscape of his graceful beauty in the corners of my mind.

 

For this moment.

Now.

When he’s no longer mine.

Reviews

[Nebula]

Nostalgia
The memory of life

[emmajoy]

Thoughtful, un-sad recollections.. memories set out to dry perhaps, salt stained but stroked til silky soft.. again, You write so beautifully with intense metaphors and an understanding of language and how it can benefit or bewilder.

' I would wait… ~ only a moment for his breath to change. ~ Then, I would watch.~ '

there are moments when observing the Still opens one's eyes and mind to possibilities.. perhaps more so with a wavering love. Freedom at all times for two people who need each other.. perhaps?.

[Seriana]

Thank you dearest Emma for your kind thoughts and reflections. Your reviews often point out emotions in my poetry that came out of me but maybe I didn't quite understand at the time when I wrote it. Or perhaps I simply chose to ignore it. :) Thank you for taking the time. Appreciate you so very much!

[emmajoy]

Writing is the magic door to secrets, luv... mostly our own! Stay smiley, happy, safe and more.. xx

[Tobes]

Ok. I just reviewed Sunshine and I was like "Eh, maybe she has a little something.."
You can write. And I don't say that often. I have not one critique to offer on this piece. Even the title conveys a subtle play of emotions when contrast with the body of it. You remind me of me and some of the things I don't share online (yet) with this style.
So, uh, have I made it clear that I liked this?
Words like "fervor"...then "fiend"..together, though separate, give me a real feeling of the intensity and passion that existed. And it's good that you space out those more powerful words so they're building upon one another rather than overpowering.
If you've never been a fiend then you've never really loved.

[Seriana]

Thank you again for an awesome review. Made me want to throw my fist in the air like at the end of "The Breakfast Club", lol. I'm so pleased that you like the word choices. I pick them carefully. It's so much fun!

[Tobes]

Did you just write an awesome poem AND reference The Breakfast Club? I'm overwhelmed... Lol

[Davidgeo]

I play old video games when I feel that way.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What a wonderfully powerful poem charged with intense emotion... as we grow older we start to see just how precious moments can be but sometimes still don't appreciate them till they are gone.

[Seriana]

Thank you Dale for your kind thoughts. Love that you feel the emotion and sentiment. Always appreciate you!

[PandaPeaceful]

Wow, simply wow. Your words are absolutely breathtaking. I absorbed every aspect of your writing, and I let it dissolve in my brain, until I myself, pictured his vanishing form, burn with memories. Your lines are somehow peaceful. In a way in which I picture the love, spiraling in the wind, near a collapsing tree to symbolize their finished journey. A Wonderful poem indeed.

[Seriana]

Thank you so much for your kind review. Your reference to a tree made me smile. There is something I find completely comforting in trees. Maybe it's their quiet resolve. I am so glad you enjoyed this. Thank you again.

[PandaPeaceful]

I too, find trees something of pure beauty. And by the way, keep writing. I really enjoyed this poem.

[An owl on the moon]

Those reflections, how they awaken in us, those feelings that brought us life, this nostalgia. We can see through your eyes, are absorbed in the bliss of these visions, and ache so much in the peaceful dreams lost in distance now. So beautiful. So painful. ("Nostalgia is from the Greek, consisting of νόστος (nóstos), meaning "homecoming", and ἄλγος (álgos), meaning "pain" or "ache." Too true.)

[Seriana]

Thank you dear one.
How oft I would stare at him and think those very things, knowing one day it would end. We can never go back home though, can we? Not in the way it was. Now. For new beginnings. Let the seeds sprout :)
Thank you for always lifting me with your words and reminding me, gently, of who I am, where I came from, and which path I should focus on. It means the world and beyond.

[An owl on the moon]

Oh, it's true, we can't go back to the home we knew, but we can plant seeds that grow in a garden with wonders untold. I do so understand, and want so much for your heart to find the pathway into the wonders of you, and all you will be. Healing and light for you now, and endless waves of blessings to come, dearest soul. :)

[Amrita]

So relatable..!
Thanks for sharing..
Liked every word of it..
Brilliantly composed:)

[Seriana]

Thank you so much for your thoughts on this piece. Frustrating that is has to be relatable but comforting nonetheless!

[Amrita]

Yeah, I totally agree!