The nostalgia of looking in
stills every other wish
save the expansion of self essence
that powers the beating heart
to breathe life
in your shape of dust.The rest,
eyes like those of a pet
glued on its stall,
too squints ridden to see the road's end,
padlocked, wallow in the paddock
until it gets dark
for these short few days.
Expansion of self-essence that powers the beating heart seems to be the core of nostalgia. And with the passage of time it becomes more and more pronounced. Thanks for sharing.
The image of the pet to describe the effect of nostalgia is really superb. Yes, Yoonoos a big ten from me!
An interesting write the past is always present in the future but it becomes blunted and misted withage great poem thanks
Our past memories are sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter. Whatever it is, it helps us evaluate the present and draw the future roadmap in a better way. In the poem, I love the expression, 'Save the expansion of self essence that powers the beating heart.'
Awesome poem. My poem creepy damsel could be of interest to you.
I can guess multiple of things based on this poem. Bottom line nice work mate.
What a deeply moving piece of poetry. So many underlying meanings. Well worded and meaningful. Thats life, slipping through our fingers. How the heart aches to think of the moments gone.
Wallowing in the padlock with just one question. Does the heart beat so we can breathe or vice versa? Good one, ric
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice words and with feeling and emotion