Nostalgia is a lady, what do you think of this new poem?

To remember the dream is divine

It tickles the tongue like agéd wine

But her loving ghost tickles pain

even though you are feeling

she is still not touching

Her nostalgia after tastes with pain



We know that you loved her

The way you used to hold her

Your kisses wept God's angels

poisoned them with jealousy

you were the eye of envy

Nothing compared to your sweet angel



But all things must come to an end

The green leaves welcome frosty wind

Like teardops, to the ground they fall

to keep the grass from showing

in hope that seeds will be growing

You gotta prepare for Spring in the fall



Wake up to a cold shower

Turn that old sweet to sour

You better wake up again

she's already past leaving

her memories are fleeing

She's not coming back again



Wake up to a cold shower

You're smelling dried up flowers

You better wake up again

her memories won't help seeing

the women you could be meeting

She's not coming back again

Nostalgia is a lady, what do you think of this new poem?
Why does that amazing night have to result in a cold shower? Why can't you hold the one we once loved, again? Why can't we still love them? Why do all good things have to come to an end? I wish I knew the answers to these.



You are right, though...to remember the dream is divine. *smiles* Nothing can compare to the memories of love, even if it's lost. Brilliant poem, Joe.
Reply:The first stanza is in the right spot. I wouldn't change a thing. Report It
Reply:Re-reading it second stanza first and first stanza second to last, doesn't grab my attention... The first line, "To remember the dream is divine" is enticing... Report It
Reply:It absorbs the reader. You have to read the next line...it, like love, leaves you wanting more.



Thanks for the BA... Report It
Reply:I can't say it floats my boat, sorry.
Reply:I think it's very beautiful. Very heartfelt.
Reply:Wow nice. I loved it. I understood every line and a sence of nostalgia touched me. Good job