Nostalgia

Nostalgia

A Chapter by flaneur
"

There are places we leave... that never leave us.

"

 

 

Rose Well House - Indiana University Bloomington

Nostalgia streams brightly

through limbs of winter trees.
Under heavy feet,
snow and sodden leaves.
 
Ghosts of friends forsaken
reenact festivities.
Lilting sounds of levity,
wilting in my memory.
 
A shadow brushes past
the corner of my eye.
I turn to watch it fade,
and recognize my stride.
 
I returned to present day -
yet my thoughts linger between
the sting of opened wounds,
and the lure of detoured dreams.


© 2014 flaneur


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Michael I dropped in for a visit this morning and and was greeted with this book. All time is measured in sand. The sands of the glass. The sands bled upon. The small grain of sand embeded within you that keeps memories crystaline when you would prefer a sepia filter.

Thank you Michael for greeting me at your door with this.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Michael I dropped in for a visit this morning and and was greeted with this book. All time is measured in sand. The sands of the glass. The sands bled upon. The small grain of sand embeded within you that keeps memories crystaline when you would prefer a sepia filter.

Thank you Michael for greeting me at your door with this.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"I turn to watch it fade,and recognize my stride."

I invision this so clearly! Actually, I invision the whole poem with great clarity, but especially that bit. And the last stanza really does leave an impact--I love "the sting of opened wounds."

Just gorgeous. Thank you for posting this.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great sonnet piece, very memorable use of rhyme... and of course the ending has to stick, or a tenth of point is taken (or is it a whole point for falling off the balance beam?) - I digress... you write with the heart of a true poet, Mr. LaFleur, and your name with its floral roots, has the wispy-air of what it must be to feel what you feel... Thank you for sharing.

~PFluffer~

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A wonderful work, Truly lovely. Your words were well chosen and you know your way around poetry in a way to drags readers in and makes them relate the poem to their own life. Once again, a great work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

really lovely. haunting. relateable. its a great piece.

"Lilting sounds of levity,wilting in my memory."

thats some great lines right there. the loss of 'lilting-ness' lol .... of that carefree... joy. and the haunting ghost it leaves behind.

adored this
really well penned



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow nice. i like it a lot. and i want to go to wherever that picture is. haha. this is good: ghosts and friends forsaken reenact festivities. NICE

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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