Nostalgia
On my mind
A keepsake
Turn it over
In my hands
A snow globe
Filled with memory
And the dust
Of fickle years
And absent foes
Now long forgotten
But present still
I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some from my heart. Many don’t appear on this website. For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book, available at most online book sellers.
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Oh man! I love this Steve! It’s so true, isn’t it. Pick it up off the shelf, a gentle turning over, a flick of the wrist, and there the memories are again, floating, swirling, mixing, slowly settling.
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Thanks, Tara! Yeah, the humble snow globe is a perfect metaphor for incandescent memories. 🙂
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“the humble snow globe” LOL That’s awesome.
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I can almost hear the tinkle of a music box, playing this poem’s song.
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Must have got the rhythm right this time lol! Glad you liked it 🙂
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