NOSTALGIA

Michael Edwards

 

 

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

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2017 00:08
  • 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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Comments6

  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

    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

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks so much for your kind comments - will catch up with your postings a bit later

    • Goldfinch60

      Those sounds of nature I too wish to see again. Nature is glorious. Good write.

      • Michael Edwards

        Thanks so much - you can't beat nature.

      • orchidee

        Great write. Hope you only had that 'gentle rain' and not a snow-storm, this time of year! Lovely pic too.

        • Michael Edwards

          Cheers - sunny weather but a damn cold wind.

          • orchidee

            Yes, strange that. We can think: Ahh lovely warm and sunny. But it depends what the wind is doing too!

          • WriteBeLight

            Really nice poetry Michael and adorable art.

          • Tony36

            Awesome write

          • MendedFences27

            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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