Nostalgia Passing

June 14th, 2012

I’d not be able to see if
I’d
not been born this century.
Vision’s absences, honestly
are
Quite
blinding 
me.

Still…
As I’m walking
I imagine

Existing in a different time.
With out the music in 
my ears
And the dialtone 
comfort
in mind



Disconnected, I dream 
Of a simple, actually inconvenient, but
less depicted, 

discouraging, say, heckling by a ring retrievement,  
age, perhaps,
less of a 
foot in the grave 

presence.
and
I beckon

an
Unawareness 

of tip tap technology 

and 

scanning.

Walk I would
 to 
a fervent 
tock 
tucking 
of 
my boots
and 
light 
rain drip 
splatting.

on
the 
roofs

And I imagine the air to 

taste different
like wood smoke and 

damp
City 

smell 

driven
By memories of childhood

Nostalgia passing

Seeds of

thought replanting.

I think

That in this completely different
place 
-in daydream of long ago, 
or a fantasy last-decade-
 

is quite the same 

as it 
would always
stay 

and 
be.
I would be wishing there
For my 

current
simplicities
Like 

of a man made magic air
-a light in my pocket 

that’ll connect

to

any

where..


And those smells in the atmosphere?
I walked through
in 
this year.
why,
The simpler times before
Are the simple times I tread

Moments I’m ignorantly tossing
Aside like something’s always missing
like
things’d be better
back
then
considering….

But

To appreciate the past is
not to leave the present.
or
to
Forget that I’m blind 
&ven
muddy up the
pretense.
‘Not to say
Farewell to 
fair, rationed 
pride…
After all, 

remember??
The grass is always greener
On 
the 
other 
god
damned
side.

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I agree , no need for explanations .... your Poet said it all , there is so much in your words , powerful but still leaving the space for uncertain , human touch of yours , when you wonder , how diffrent it would be , to be born on other era , other times , things would be so different , without the mobile and the other devices which need to connect us to the world , but actually turned us to be an isolated people , who communicate with screens and virtual friends , instead of real ones. You asked the question , you tasted it back but than , you found out, that even than , you will still fight the same emotions , same feelings , nothing will actually change , maybe only the background ... but deep inside ... you will stay the same . Thank you so much for another pearl of writing ... you making me think

[Joe]

Such a wonderful poem. At first I glanced through it but then I read it aloud and the words really came to life. Your structure is the beauty of the poem, it flows and caresses the words so beautifully. Great work :)

[w]

breaks and punctuation add so much and you let it flow with relative ease. I would change the ellipses, but not much more. Wonderful piece of writing.

[The Empty Hour Glass]

As always - you continue to impress me with your work. I must say that I enjoyed the structure of this. It was original and it left you in a state of anticipation. I loved how you installed quotation with a hint of self-related emotion. I enjoyed the rhyme scheme and the overall theme of the work. Amazing job.

[~Sara~]

loveedd it. :) not sure if i should put my poems up like this but, keep up the good work.

[Jonathan Ballam]

Very courageous poem regarding the layout you used.

You have some stunning metaphors. I would recommend you getting some distance from this, and then attempting to re-write this one without rhyme.

My reason?
- Many poems rhyme and this forces the writer to use catchy words, rather than significant ones.
- Be different from the crowd of sing-song poems out there (not to mention rambling ballads too).

[just is]

makes one ponder, nicely done