Nostalgia #1

#1 because trust there will be multiple nostalgia poems

I want to live somewhere

Where 

I can hear the train 

It’s distant horns blaring 

Bringing in the morning 

Where the leaves of the trees 

Gently rustle thoughts within me 

Conjuring dreams 

Remembering days of 

DVDs and 

Playground swings

Bowls of blackberries 

Maraschino cherries 

Whipped cream and 

Burnt marshmallows 

Smoke in the air 

Sun in my hair 

The early morning cool 

Jumping in the pool

Seeing through 

the eyes of a wolf

wild in the woods with

no shame

Being called a different name 

Kisses on the cheek 

Laughing sweet 

4 am under blankets 

on the floor 

With only darkness around 

Stories and secrets

 Poured  

Attempts to mend 

Letters to friends 

Promising to grow old together 

Promising to love and remember 

The days 

We could not know 

Were to be treasured 

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

one thing i know i dont want is to live anywhere near where trains pass. yet your opening statement was believable and understandable. the memory of a train horn blaring is special to you and while i can not relate i know the feeling behind it. nor do i know what Maraschino cherries are, but i remember eating something delicious as a child and those memories still warm my heart.
the more specific the details, the more universal the appeal. you have understood and played with this truism so well here. im from the other side of the world and yet we are connected on some level. nostalgia is universal and while the details of our memories differ, heart understands heart.

[promisedtothetides]

I'm glad you enjoyed and found familiarity in the words. Thank you for reading :)

[Glenda]

A thought provoking write for sure! The 4 am sleepovers when we were supposed to be sleep by 12, Having mother fix us all banana splits with plenty of maraschino cherries and ice cream smearing all around our chattering mouths. What a sweet write!

[promisedtothetides]

Right! Days I will miss dearly. Thank you for reading!

[Gee]

"The days we would not know were to be treasured" how very, very true.
Oh to fall back into the innocence of our childhood, teen years, before life and work got in the way of living, our lives becoming, sometimes and often, an existence around our working hours, ughhh
Loved this piece

[promisedtothetides]

Thank you for reading!