Ode on Nostalgia

A powerful feeling...

My heart now aches with sleepy dreariness:

    A dreamy wake from whose dull, soothing spell

I can’t awake, nor can I sleep to bless

    My dreams with profound ecstasy as well

    For all recurring visions, sweet and deep,

         Have turnéd to a black and empty void,

               And all the stepping stones of pale night

         Are clouded by the mists of murky sleep,

     Bedewed with memories that I enjoyed:

The visions with which I can’t reunite.  

 

My mind now pines for all those moments when

    Endured had love and bliss before slow time

Had bound such moments once and then again

    Shall bind more dreams and memories, sublime

    Oh, vista of my dreams, unseen, unheard

        Your brow is laid with shawls of quietness

            Your pinions are held tight with the chain

        Of all my visions; fly then, flame-plumed bird

    And sing such sacred song you can’t express

Once I now free you from my wilting brain

 

My tears are of ripe joy and bliss’s ruth

    And though my days are thus outright expelled

I shall keep in my core, the flames of youth

    Which once I had in early years, beheld

    Sweet memories, ye shaking leaves, adieu

        I bid you well in winter and in spring

            A-flickering before fate’s icy breath

        And though, no longer, shall I see all you

    I’m glad you flew upon nostalgia’s wing

And warméd my cold heart before my death

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Nostalgia is the warmest of breezes upon goose bumped flesh:

I shall keep in my core, the flames of youth

Which once I had in early years, beheld

Sweet memories, ye shaking leaves, adieu
I bid you well in winter and in spring
A-flickering before fate’s icy breath
And though, no longer, shall I see all you
I’m glad you flew upon nostalgia’s wing
And warméd my cold heart before my death

That was simply beautiful Gleb.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A nostalgia isn't it the most lazy of feeling and the most startling, well done, good read.

[Daniel Dawes]

Really well written and a good read. Thanks for sharing :)

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

"I shall keep in my core, the flames of youth
Which once I had in early years, beheld
Sweet memories, ye shaking leaves, adieu"
Ode on Nostalgia. The Poet's wealth. Memories of travel, love and missed places. Storyline for the wayfaring traveler to hold on to. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much for reading and reviewing. Much appreciated. :)

[Sapphire Naylor]

As always beautifully written, friend. I enjoyed the read.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much.

[Scott Metro]

You are a poets poet. Your styling is nothing short of masterful.
Wonderful piece here Gleb.

Scott

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much.

[Scott Metro]

My pleasure.......

[Baby Ricochet]

Very sophisticated. I feel smarter just reading it.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

:D. Thanks for stopping by.

[kublakhan27]

The usual brilliance, not much else I can say...phenomenal work.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much.

[Raymond Federle]

Your poems are always so well done my friend... I am envious of your talent! :) Well done!

[Gleb Zavlanov]

:D. Thank you very much for stopping by.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is amazing...and like Mark...this is not my favorite style...but you do it so well...

i like this reminiscing ....just before death, remembering the lovers that made his heartbeat a little faster and with a little more purpose during life.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Thank you very much.