NOSTALGIA

Looking inward and behind.

NOSTALGIA

I tried to write a poem
Because my love she asked me too
She said , "my love, please write for me"
"You say such pretty things
And when we pass from this sweet life
Your thoughts nostalgia brings"

Suddenly her fragrance fills me
Like she is in the room
I close my eyes and flowers bloom
Like photo`s in the air
My sweet fair love reclining now
Like nostalgia , but she is there

Shaking cobwebs from my brain
The mist of coming rain
Morning dew from a lowly branch
Fluttering wings of dove
You live in these and other things
My angel from above

How to make you understand
That life without you would end
You are my sweet eternal love
Our tenderness in all travail
With the certainty of a river`s bend
You rise before me frail

I hope you understand my Sweet
Mere words cannot replace
The warmth we hold so dear
The veils of heaven and the corridors
Of hell will never make this clear
I`m you`re canvas and you`re my lace

---- Eagle Cruagh

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Such a sweet piece. I have felt this way before. Trying desperately to put into words the pure and true emotion of love, and rarely does it come off the way that I intended. I've written for many loves, but I don't think that many of them really understood what I was trying to say. This is a familiar piece to me; dear to my soul. Nicely written.

Second line "too" should be "to"?

[Liza]

the title alone drew me in; as I find myself placing reference to the past....the cobwebs of your brain was an interesting way to refer to the web of your minds and the web of your web that this memory or illusion is trapped in...the poem read like a poem and a story; very engaging, very romantic, very thoughtful, intense yet subtle...a new favorite. thank you.

[Marie]

I think I reviewed this before, comparing your poem to painting on a beautiful canvas of sweet phrases...

[BLBrown]

Very descriptive...I think only someone who has experienced great love can write this. Wonderful.

[Emily Rae]

This is pure beauty eagle. My favorite is the last line , you and those last lines...

[Eternal.Dreamer]

"I hope you understand my Sweet
Mere words cannot replace
The warmth we hold so dear..."

Cannot replace-but can express. It was pleasure reading this poem.

[Norma M Sutton]

This is nice. Somehow I missed it the first time around.

[Katseye]

Wonderful, so sweet, and yet a touch of sadness. It's as if it was written too late for his love to read, that she has already passed for this world, but never from his heart.

[Morning Star]

This poem is written so beautiful and eloquent
It clearly addresses the reader

"The veils of heaven and the corridors
Of hell will never make this clear
I`m you`re canvas and you`re my lace

This beautifully expressed sensuality
Passion desire your words captured the voice of a true romantic
Your perfectly chosen words revile so much love and romance
Words that can melt a woman’s heart
Poem writing with the quill of true love!
Kudos

[Dionysus Cain]

nice, i enjoyed this write very much. i understand how you would have a muse, i feel as if i have the same. i liked the mental sketch you gave me while reading your poem. i enjoyed this read very much, i liked the picture you painted with your poem.