Well, after climbing back on my chair this morning I see that it is down to me to open the next Poetry competition.
Last week I was in the UK visiting my parents (both 90 this year) and my daughter and grandchildren.
I spent the mornings with my parents. As is usual with older folk our time was spent mainly reminiscing.
But most afternoons and evenings were spent playing with the grandchildren. We introduced the three younger ones (8, 7 and 7) to playing cards. Sitting playing the same games with them that I played with my parents fifty years ago filled me with many fond memories. It was great to see, in these modern times, that they all neglected their tablets (yep, computer tablets at 7) to play old-fashioned card games.
So, I flew back on Friday full of Nostalgia, but in a positive sense.
Therefore I propose a poem about the past, almost the direct opposite of March’s competition which was new dawn, new beginnings. It can be anything related to homesickness, longing for lost ones, or just happy memories.
Closing Date: 27th April 2014.
9 thoughts on “April Poetry Competition – Nostalgia”
Well, all I know is it ain’t what it used to be……… 😉
In the past, so long ago
I used to chase the girlies
I tempted them with Mars Bars
And giant Curiy Wurlys
I then grew up a bit and
Found I had more money
I tempted them with such words as
“Your lips, they taste of honey.”
Eventually I had my wicked way
And had a lot of fun
But now I just look on
And save myself a ton!
Pretty pathetic, but all I can come up with in the midst of spring cleaning!
Not pathetic at all. I am sitting here with my wife laughing our heads off 🙂
Sonnet about love
It misses a beat, this same once-fickle heart
That she seized for herself with a devilish glance.
Were her smiles meant for me? Weren’t those eyes just a part
Of her farcical play making mock of romance?
Yes, she’d like me to walk to her bus that soft night.
(I’d have walked to the moon, had she asked me.) And yes,
She’d be coming again. (Had my ears served me right?)
She’d been hoping I’d ask! Did I like her new dress?
She skipped lightly on board with a laugh and a wave
That can still interrupt my mundane daily round.
But the memories fade. What sweet torture to crave
For a minute’s reprise of those sights and those sounds!
And through pleasure and pain down the years she’ll appear,
As though we’d just planned our next meeting this year!
Very nice Janus. 🙂
Six years old
Shiny new sandals, the bike from the shed,
Bright sunshine for ever, lying wakeful in bed.
A trip to the seaside, the donkeys, toy boats,
Steam trains, a suitcase, sand castles with moats.
Picnics with cousins, Burton Dasset’s wild hills,
And cricket for ev’ryone, the tumbles, the thrills.
HI Gaz, One which I wrote ages ago which sort of fits the bill:
Colour it Grey
Grey pale thoughts of senses dulled
Lost hints of colour, long time past
Memories tarnished by loss and age
Glow less now on yellowed page
Life lived once and coloured gold
Youth and beauty glowing warm
Black faded now; but no less true
For having lost its vibrant hue
Crisp autumn leaves and hints of frost.
Brown fades and senses lose their power
As light has faded emotions still
The grey has come and endless chill