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Post by augustsky on May 21, 2019 22:22:32 GMT -6
Nodaway Road~
I pass the old abandoned bungalow frequently, puffs of breath mingle chilly morning air as stride quickens, feeling a bit uncomfortable, yet curiously drawn to this stretch of property, fog becomes the place, trees could be writing a novel, bent and whispering in collaboration, broken windows release secrets, shattered messages slice the ground.
An open front porch holds remnants of a swing, with kept muffled conversation, taboo thoughts meant for night-air, lazy day-dreams, nuzzled kisses, and adolescent hands searching frantic for adulthood. I feel time Pressing, then Languishing in sighs of the past, comings and goings, sins decaying, glory days still perch rooftop.. still try for the leap to heaven. It's getting late, dusk begins to own the passageway, shadowed thoughts and cold feet only remind one of the closing years, of limping metaphors that can wait another day down Nodaway road. © Augustsky
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 22, 2019 5:11:53 GMT -6
A powerfully nostalgic poem, Sky; I love your imagery ... this is my favorite part:
"trees could be writing a novel, bent and whispering in collaboration, broken windows release secrets, shattered messages slice the ground."
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 22, 2019 7:29:38 GMT -6
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Post by Catlady2710 on May 22, 2019 10:55:37 GMT -6
I could see each scene vividly as I read - You are a fantastic poet!
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Post by simpledip on May 22, 2019 20:36:07 GMT -6
Sky, Your painting of Life touched me deeply. Beautifully written. I feel time Pressing, then Languishing in sighs of the past, comings and goings, sins decaying, glory days still perch rooftop.. still try for the leap to heaven.
Bows deeply. - Dip
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2019 2:06:31 GMT -6
Lots of memories, some good some bad lingering on Nodaway Road. Powerful stuff but again, it is you. Those whispers are forever. Enjoyed
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Post by augustsky on Jun 4, 2019 2:21:05 GMT -6
Thank you Rick, always good to get your feedback. Sky~
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Post by augustsky on Jun 4, 2019 2:22:10 GMT -6
Thank you for reading Foxy
Sky~
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Post by augustsky on Jun 4, 2019 2:23:06 GMT -6
Thank you for the Lovely compliment Cat.
Sky~
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Post by augustsky on Jun 4, 2019 2:24:14 GMT -6
Dip, Thanks for the reply dear Poet.
Sky~
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Post by augustsky on Jun 4, 2019 2:26:35 GMT -6
Michael, You've got a Special way with your replies..Thank you. I've got a few Poems with 'Nodaway' in them, it is a river..but I just like the sound of it. Sky~
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Post by AquarianM on Jun 9, 2019 1:58:06 GMT -6
Sky, this is a lesson we all must learn. The "garden of Eden" may well be a metaphor for the childhood home that are all unable to forget, yet can never return to, guarded by the burning sword of time. All in all, the magic resided in the people, the era, the zeitgeist of those early years. A formula that can never be rendered again, for the ingredients no longer exist.
Dan
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Post by goldenmyst on Jun 13, 2019 23:02:12 GMT -6
Sky, the yearning to relive one's youth is one I've returned to often as I get older. Your poem is a dream in which the past haunts the present. Your lyrical ability was mesmerizing. I am sighing with delight having read this impressionist beauty tonight.
John
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