Nostalgia Senses Poems

No gondolas are gliding under bridges, 
it's a lagoon without classic songs;
pigeons are huddled and do not coo, 
they're frightened by the murky blue! ...

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from your first born, when you grab a dusting of talc, crushed with late night feeds, stirring in bouncing and stories on a knee,

adding a...

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Cobbled street is lowly lit with shadows all around.
Street lights flicker in the wind and now the rain is falling down.
Glistening cobbles under feet as...

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When you hit bliss, what does your mind revert to? 
A song, the lyrics may I be so bold in asking why? 
Do the words...

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It burns its way out of wood
resembling a fiery rose, 
and penetrates the gloom 
with gleams and bloom.

It murmurs ceaselessly, 
its breath an autumnal aroma,
with...

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White foam crashes with memories of conversations here, an awful date there;
welcoming steam floats around work deadlines, lecture notes and scrawls.

Cupped hands warm around porcelain...

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The sheets smelled like Summer hanging on the line
The sheets smelled like Summer evoking a simpler time
The sheets smelled like Summer, when time was all...

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Oh for smelling when lavender’s in bloom
or sweet roses and their pretty perfume.
Chantilly I love to have a whiff of.
Tabu is so sexy – ...

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In the edifice of memory, we slowly blend...

a citrus scent of tangy orange peels
with freshness sniff of cinnamon cakes.

an ephemeric smell of wet shampooed hair...

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I’m a treasure more valuable than gold,
Once a heart stops beating – after the breath stops
Breathing, I am the most cherished possession,
Worth more than expensive...

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Of all the senses, 
they say that smell 
is most closely tied 
to memory;
like Proust with 
his madeleines;
like blackberries 
in July,
in the park where 
my...

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Hush!
Discreetly they be. Clandestine
Journeying a void voyage,
Made for each other
Madly in love.

Might be
A pin drops silently
Mind is a culprit.

Yesterday slumbers on a bed of thorns.

Hush!
Sweaters...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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Hectic day, the device beeped incessantly:
Salient, superficial, attended all, not to skip, 
the vital  from the plethora of logs. 

Voices buzzed  interminably :...

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all small broken alone
where the shadows roam
a child hides in a dark home
tick tock murmured the clock.
while branches dance
and rattle like brittle bone.
toys scattered around...

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