Nostalgia

A poem that talks about love, loss and reminiscence.

I look at the horizon

Expanding into the unknown,

The pale blue skies merge into

The Prussian blue, ever so slowly.

Whispering breeze, rustling leaves,

Blurry swatches of green

Zoom past me like a dreamless night,

I think of you again.

The lingering scent of fresh jasmines

Engulfs my being; slowly, longingly,

A distant sound of laughter, I hear,

Your laughter, familiar and true.

Pages turn; books and calendars,

The myna sings its song,

The swinging cane armchair sways

In the deserted verandah.

The warmth of the sun fades,

Our memories too,

A drop of rain on my forehead,

Treasures I shall forever cherish.

Author's Note

I don't write much free verse poetry, would love to know what you think about this.

Reviews

[John Ryan]

The warmth of the sun fades,
Our memories too,
A drop of rain on my forehead,
Treasures I shall forever cherish.
very superb