Flower Nostalgia Poems

Written: May 2nd, 2024

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Quixotic quest quiddity
As dusk sapidity...

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Never had I met you 
Still I know your name,
Because of the notoriety 
Because of the fame

Written in stone
Forever and a day,
Many gone too soon...

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Springtime, you always arrive so gently,
as high school proms bring tears of friends
who know they must soon part.
I will try not to weep of fifty-six...

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In a box full of everything I’ve ever lost, 
The first thing I’d rummage for is the patience that could’ve led me 
To your open...

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An old kitchen dresser
stood against a wall
in the shed. Its drawers were full
of things that kept a small boy
occupied for hours. 
Retired kitchen gadgets,
tools, balls...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of...

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She tells me every time she reads what I write
Her head goes up in the clouds
The same feeling she gets when I turn her pages
Handling...

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Casting my mind back many a year
To childhood days spent catching bees
Those long gone memories do bring a tear
Playing with friends in the summer breeze

A...

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The breeze annoying trees entices me,
I drift away    afar to fields abloom,
with silver tongues untied their whispers free —
..ah, prairie-weed does burn...

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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
         here and there:  even the last flower...

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I remember
Being that little girl,
Holding that daisy, pulling
Each petal away while saying
“He loves me” then, “He loves me not”
Always hoping for the love that I...

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When last the lilacs blossomed there
Outside my childhood home
The losses I would come to bear
Were hitherto unknown 

When last the lilacs blossomed there
Beneath the shady...

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To watch the sun and moon liaison
With eager, wary eyes
I put my special glasses on
And turn to face the skies

Silenced, stilled and blinded
I try, but...

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I've searched nearby hillocks and sand.
They've gone missing sooner than late:
no wildflowers to perk barren land,
gypsy flowers by garden gate.

Where are those tiny violets
that snuggled...

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.    barefoot toes with sand
cool-aid stains on face and hand
        best friends forever
dreams were blossoms...

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