Nostalgia Etheree Poems | Examples
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Sly low tide sneaks up to smooch the smooth shore
that holds old footsteps left behind us
and lends itself to sand castles
standing guard until high tide
plovers dart on fleet feet
across sodden sands
spindle-legged girls
hunt conch shells —
starfish
found!
Blue
waters
glistening
aqua appeal —
white horse sea-magic
spindrift manes rise from crests
awakened from lowest ebb
high tide arrives on thunder hooves
body-surf Neptune’s steeds to the shore —
my wet hair dries to sun-bleached beachy waves…
Wind
Stills hearts
Writing light
Into the souls
Who believe the night
Is meant to write her dreams
Into the music who flows
Across the gentle life who sees
Beyond the hills, the trees, into hearts
Who know what it means to give completely
Hearts are meant to offer the sweetest grace
Pouring love out to heal the worst pains
Reminding that love is always
A light, a hope, a desire
To be loved and adored
With the gift of light
Who brings insight
Into those
Who hear
Gusts
There
She sits
Tired, Creaking
Yet Handsome, Proud
Nostalgic, Rocking
On and on, year to year
Bearing tides of suffering
Ere our waves of joy are released --
What's this? A crack in her spine appears --
We who've loved her gather, shed goodbye tears
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April 30, 2019
"Writing Challenge 2 - April 2019 - It's All About 10"
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Wisps of recollections waft through my mind
like spores on soft white memories’ threads -
vague remnants of May's sun-gold heads.
I glimpse but cannot hold them.
How foolish the girl who
sent them blowing in
the wind - wishing
her springtime
soon would
end!
8/24/17
Pink
daisies,
long white dress
Sunshine, blue skies,
perfect summer day.
We held eternity
if only for those moments,
smiling deep with joyful hearts.
Our promises were sweet, delighting
in today, for todays were all we had.
There was sorrow to face in coming days,
coupled with remorse, despair and rage.
Those were tempered by the sheer joy
of today, surrounded by
family and best friends,
good wishes and cake.
Celebrating
life and love,
him and
I
7.12.2016
Our
water
came from springs
and back yard wells.
We raised crops and cleaned
our sturdy homemade things.
All worked. No duties were shirked.
Now, we captives to modern ways
sit in comfy homes, smile, and speak of
the good old days and how we miss them--NOT.
July 22, 2016
I have MANY sweet memories of the sixties, but they are NOT of the duties
described above!
It
was but
a dirt lane.
Berry bushes
skirted it. Beyond
were grandpa’s fields of grain.
Just down the road was the barn
and framed yellow house with white fence -
home to my mom’s parents, now dead, like
memories that too soon will be buried.
T he
y ears of
p ounding words
e ndlessly through
w ee hours of the
r esounding nightfall are
i ntertwined in an era of
t inged smokey rooms where creative
e ntrepreneurs like Hemmingway took
r ecesses for caffeine and stronger brews.
4/24/13
Wind
on a
warm summer
day. Fir limbs sway
like a flapper from
the roaring twenties. The
breeze carries a resinous
scent of pitch and earth, unleashing
a flood of memories thought lost to
time. The campfire smoke and embers still glow.
I live in a beautiful state, but my heart will always
be in Iowa. The quote, from the famous 1822
song "Home! Sweet Home!" was used in
other modern songs and also in the movie:
"The Wizard of Oz" (Dorothy was a midwestern
gal like me!)
A rainbow arcs the ridges underneath
a cobalt Utah sky. I watch it
as I drive. Russet clustered trees
tinge mountains’ sides. Though autumn's
lovely here, I’d rather
view that arc in sky
of summer blue
above green
fields of
corn.
For Walayee Whitlock's Contest:
"My Famous Quote"
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
Mom
plants seeds
out back. Cat
laps up her milk.
Father on the porch
reads his morning news, while
Sis and I plan juvenile
pranks. A Saturday at home; then. . .
Time, unbridled, brings us to the now.
Our flashbacks are the fragments that we stole.
Andrea Dietrich
6/22/11
For The Contest of Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet ~
"All the Little Pieces"
Once
upon
a time, my
hair was colored
blonde. I shed some weight
and, as if by magic,
kept it off for a few years
which were as golden as my hair.
My children had barely left the nest,
but many new things occupied my time.
I took a cruise, saw Rio with a friend,
learned to belly dance and play guitar!
Golden times are fleeting. One day
my processed hair crumbled. It
literally crumbled,
like straw, in my hands,
about the time
I started
writing
poems.
Not my best, PD, but one that I am fond of. I think I have exhausted using my
ones I consider the best!!
Sex
Pleasure.
Sensuous
Men and women,
In bonds of marriage.
Holy Matrimony,
Loving each other as one.
When connected, thinking one thought.
How much longer can I enjoy this?
Then both release at the same time, OH WOW!!!!
He
held my
hand with such
a gentle grasp and
I almost lost his
hold as the sweat slowly
dripped down my arm as he was
walking me to my front door and
I was waiting in anticipation
for that one an only first love's kiss.
Ask
not ! what
Jesus has
done for you! But
what have you lately
done for our sweet Jesus
so today I come to pray
and remember that Easter was
the day Jesus was exonerated
and now sits on the right side of our Lord
Tribute To
The Father
The Son
And The
Holy Spirit
{Amen}
Happy Easter All
Love Kathy & Jenny