NOSTALGIA
Still lingering the memories
of sylvan days when I was young.
The crumbling coast, the gnawing waves
whose height and boldness intercept
the distant vistas in the mist.
The notes of unknown songs
sung loud from shrubs and trees
that lean across a purling stream.
The gentle rain on nether growth
where sparkling droplets shine
and fall on fertile soil.
A ripening sun incarnadined
that streaks across a morning sky
and brings the warmth of day.
For these are memories I still hold
and hope to see again
before I die.
Michael Edwards © February
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Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Been in Liverpool for a few days (no didn't go on the Beatles tour - so much else to do - a great City and so friendly) but back and writing and painting again. Another of my little coastal sculptures.
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Wow amazing poem and u employed impressive diction that's very poetic. The phrasing so are great as well. Kudos for such a fabulous freeverse.
U r most welcome to review my latest poem too. Pleeez do. I
Thanks so much for your kind comments - will catch up with your postings a bit later
Those sounds of nature I too wish to see again. Nature is glorious. Good write.
Thanks so much - you can't beat nature.
Great write. Hope you only had that 'gentle rain' and not a snow-storm, this time of year! Lovely pic too.
Cheers - sunny weather but a damn cold wind.
Yes, strange that. We can think: Ahh lovely warm and sunny. But it depends what the wind is doing too!
Really nice poetry Michael and adorable art.
Awesome write
Ah, yes, the memories of our youth. Can they ever be seen again? or have our eyes changed too much? The love of Nature exudes from this poem. Some great phrasing, as is your usual. Really liked this one. -
Phil A.
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