Nostalgia Flying Poems

My mind is full of tears
You are my soul, a nature medicine

I am free and worthy of love
The heavy shadows of sadness have cast a...

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Written April 6, 2015; 3:39 PM

The night's at rest
The darkness is idyllic
The last words must be said
I must kiss you goodbye

The space binds the law...

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Magic silver key,
fits into my silver shoes.
I was now set free,
I now owned many sidewalks.
My new skates were a big thrill.

 

Date Written: 8/4/2022

2 Place

Childhood...

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Migrant birds in flock
        bring distant nostalgia
        for poets in exile...

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Admiration for those who wear a cape 
On a screen and in an amusement park 
A child’s source of hope 
An adult’s nostalgic core 

Reverence...

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O, that I could fly again
  on winged feet of youth
The feats that I would dare again
  dangerous, in truth...

As I pause to...

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I watched him fly a kite. 
Dipping, diving turning, swirling
And when it soared, I saw his face, 
Filling with delight!
He spent his afternoons flying 
His...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Eastern townships
Land of settlers
A blur across centuries
The land my father loved
Land of my ancestors
Miles of nostalgia
Farmland at rest
Barns with cows and horses
Hills and valleys
Stretching for...

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in this restaurant
I’ve never been
your hands are drier than mine
in your eyes the streets get lost forever
in mine they still have life

the brighter your face...

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FLYING ON THE WINGS OF NOSTALGIA

I know the land where the lemon-trees flower,
the flushing meadows in spring are flooded in color,
the waves of morning mist...

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Called the agent
Booked a flight
Ticket sent me
  ~ late night flight

Packed my belongings
Two(!) free bulging bags
Public trans to the airport
  ~ just a...

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We flew through the air on a refurbished plane,
the shakes and the rattles sure gave us some pain.
But we were the ones who fortune had...

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I saw a red lantern in the sky the night of May gleams like ruby in a cave

It was near to twelve and the whole...

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From Edinburgh’s Waverley to Kings Cross
At journey's rest before terminating chaos,
Winding through the serene countryside
Spying a glimpse of the North Sea tide,
Rolling along in my...

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