L isten closely to the wind's softest hum
I t gently caresses and touches my hair,
S weet scent of jasmine it brings from afar
T ogether with ambrosial fragrance of roses,
E very sense-bud in my body feels serene
N ot a single feeling forgetfully untouched.
T antalize my soul, hypnotize my heart
O soothing wind, you make me yearn for days gone by!
T rue emotions sway through reminiscences,
H eal pain and sadness magically, calm
E very chord of an aching hurting soul.
W ind, you whisper and murmur a tale so poignant
I n harmony with a river's rippling sound,
N ostalgia envelopes my total existence
D ive with an ardour into retrospection.
Why am I so lonely,
Why didn't I share love and time?
Why couldn't I make death wait longer?
You were always on my mind.
I would have shaped myself better,
Controlled my stubbornness and drive,
Listened to you, ignored conflicts,
You were always on my mind.
I would have reset my life's course,
Repenting past mistakes,
Heard your whispers of love so clear,
You were always on my mind.
Through days swiftly passing,
You were always on my mind,
In silent nights, your face appears,
A phantom of regret.
With tenderness, I'd hold you close,
Cherish each fleeting breath,
For every beat my heart has missed,
You were always on my mind.
In a dream of bare, I awoke
In the blared walls, it misspoke
The winds of Auria eluded in the cascading windows which then provoked
Envisions of Auria descended through the glistening saint
Without a flair, I discerned a haint
Auria wandered in a stage of fright,
Meanwhile, invading my dreams of spite
Her nebulous words echoed in my mind
‘What a faint creature, so misled by fracture’
They mellowed as it prospected my perceptions
As she posited her hand on my exceptions
Envisions of Auria repulsed its regressions
She was my fate of progression
She rehashed my reflections
A memory of infliction
She wandered off into a glistening spade
Relinquishing her jades
I scrutinized her windows of glade
I lingered against her pallid hair
Then, woke up in tedious wear
‘Auria, a lady of fate, yet dart of spade’
Such assimilation wandered in the glistering gape
My thoughts were so heavy, yet so light, though seemed rather bright
They were my reminiscences of Auria”
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Buried deep in the coffin of my mind,
Memories of my youth; aged like fine wine.
I've got a few cherished ones to exhume!
I recall one chilly autumn noon running around the park
With the neighborhood kids, then I'd run indoors
To warm up when winds start to groan and whistle. Brrr!
Ah, the halcyon days of summer sitting in the shade
Wolfing down watermelons with my best friend, Lloyd,
Cheering on kids playing basketball in the backyard.
I remember one harsh winter sprinkling play sand
And rock salt on walkways with Dad before snowfall,
So snow won't stick to the ground. Fun times!
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Past Memories
Date written: 10/19/2022
REMINISCENCES
face-to-face
erudite
witty
&warm
a
boyant
spirit
so
relentless
a sense
of
the imminent
a
phantasm
in
an
endless struggle
of
a
lifelong
digressionng
funny
amusing
interested
intense
&
literal
revelation
from
the
beginning
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Liquor some strange
in cups so Pristine
I melted in sips
Memories don't fade
and everything seems bland
What pierces the soul
Swallowed me as a whole
Distance beyond miles
and some corner in the heart enervates
Emerged from shadows
and swayed by winds
Speaking in sharp tone
and looking so contrite
I wince at pain
and played the same dolorous melody
Reflections from the heart
Eternally a part of my thoughts
Music whispering with passion
Inspiring my hope to grow
Never forgetting the dreams
Inside this soul who knows
Silence is the perfect time
Captivating the heart and mind
Encouraging the broken spirit
Nurturing the loving feelings
Casting off doubts and confusion
Eternally awaiting the glory
Sent to me by memory’s joy
ANY NEW ACROSTIC ABOUT NOSTALGIA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
November 25, 2020
I remember! I remember!
A visit of mine to the place
Where I was shaped;
And my skills were nurtured.
My unwritten registry flew back
To the exquisite moments.
I remember! I remember!
The day I walked along with my dad
And felt happy as if it was a lovely tour.
When he disclosed the bitter words
That I had to be there for a few years,
Tears welled out and formed clouds.
But I couldn’t say nay to him.
I remember! I remember!
I finished my schooling;
And it was the D-day,
I had to leave the golden threshold
Missing those boulders, trees, chirping birds and all...
Tears welled out...but differently.
It had given me enough;
And I could make out myself.
I remember! I remember!
Contest: STRAND no 770 any theme any form
Contest Judged on : 24/05/2020
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Winner: Placed 2nd
REMINISCENCES
Two old friends chatting in fun and frolic
recollecting bygone days of cheerful carefree childhood
and both burst in laughter.
Remembering teen age romance of hesitant glances
once they swam and sank in abyss of ocean of love.
In last phase, sweet reminiscences to ruminate,
to roll on hazy tapestry of pleasant memories.
Past is glorious and old is gold, both friends agree in spree.
04/21/19
Photograph 2.
First Place
'Free Verse or Rhyme Poetry in its Beauty' Contest by Eve Roper
the Secret Cottage,
a forest trek where
sundown gently on
your face. Riverside
drifting.. the grasp seeds.
Forest game, heartbeat
of the wild nature,
inhuman natures
bloodstream chasing
the tormerting Faces.
Do Thou carry some magic wand
Upon Thy invisible hand?
Which You wave and memories flood
Like myriad waves which sweep the sand.
A sweet sojourn before You flee
Dousing me with a joyous glee
Yet more often You leave me sad
My heart beset with grievous plea.
These turns you take with good and bad
Of what I shared and what I had,
All that lost in my halcyon days
Which leave me wiser but not glad.
Sometimes I wish that I would know
Whether You’re a friend or a foe?
Such thoughts play like the sea-waves do
With sands upon the gentle shore.
But I know not what I would do
As at times I have not a clue,
How to humour my passing days
Sans colours of your mystic hue.
***********
Do Thou carry some magic wand
Upon Thy invisible hand?
Which You wave and memories flood
Like sea-waves sweep the golden sand.
A sweet sojourn before You flee
Dousing me with a joyous glee
Yet more often You leave me sad
My heart pained in a grievous plea.
These turns you take with good and bad
Of what I shared and what I had,
All that lost in my halcyon days
Which leave me wiser if not glad.
Sometimes I wish that I would know
Whether You're a friend or some foe?
Such thoughts play like the sea-waves do
With sands upon the gentle shore.
But I know not what I would do
As at times I have not a clue,
How to humour my passing days
Sans colours of your mystic hue.
***********
Counting the stars in the night sky,
aiming at heart to fly high,
different stages worth remembrance,
a flattering moment or a nuisance.
When grown old and white,
when eyes lack much light,
you will see with your soul,
every fixed and unfulfilled goal.
Move back to the time,
of sour grapes and sweet lime!
Memories never let go,
they will always flow...
Summer days, meals-a-plenty,
Mystical playmates gathering gently
their wares to return another day to
share again in magnified dreams of elegant castles,
Caught on unknown cliffs
with vast green expanses celebrating life,
play, intrigue, and fun!
Days fly, nights fly,
Everyday I try
to keep light touches of
Years gone by to amplify,
My present thoughts of why
these scenes are nigh;
Enshrouded in tulle-like coverings
projecting childhood images,
Leaving the mind clear,
focused on the unimaginable
of long winters leading to opulent springs!
it was such a dark and lonely night
that no star in the sky nor the moon in the sight,
when he approached me and whispered in my ear
with the sound of slow and heavy beats of a heart
it was such strange and silent moment of the day
where no bird flies or twittering in the valley
nor the color of flowers seen in the plain,
when he held me in his arms to return to the beginning of time
it was a day of dead silence,
with no sunlight reflecting on the tree
nor a wind passing through the leaves,
when he left me after a long and deep sigh without a word
it was a dusk with full of a melancholic air,
the river did not flow in the gathering darkness
nor the waters surf to shore in the desolated beach by the sea,
when i gazed him from behind, the enervate image crumbling to fall
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