Posting this poem, just written in response to the prompt over at D’verse Poets: Stream of Consciousness Writing
I’ll need to come back and re-jig this one, but decided to post and see what comments I get…eg it’s not sufficiently tight, or to the prompt…..
Nostalgia
Looking around the room
I find nostalgia in small objects.
A vase of mimosa
is a restaurant in Lucca
small, cosy, bustling with energy
and a great glass of red wine.
A small, intricate wood carving
sees me in Transylvania,
a small hamlet
lush green meadows,
thousands of wild flowers
nodding in the warm breeze,
and each evening
the cows returning home.
A lithograph, delicately coloured
is coffee in the artists garden,
views across a rocky valley
and halting conversation in my rusty French
Four green stemmed wine glasses –
I’m at the rock of Dabo
all twists and turns
and vertiginous glimpses
of the fields far below.
Then my eye rests on an engraved vase-
I’m hurtling along flooded roads,
windscreen wipers struggling,
tyres slithering, specs steaming.
And so the memories roll….
lovely memories here….wild flowers
nodding in the warm breeze…nice…and i liked the rusty french especially…my french is quite rusty as well…yet love to talk to someone in french…the cows returning home brought some warm memories for me as well..used to spend the holidays on my uncles farm as a kid and helped bringing the cows back into the stable in the evening…so thanks for the journey…much enjoyed…
Thanks! Glad you liked the journey….
On a number of blogs I’ve visited for this prompt I’ve noticed the comment that they didn’t edit and it dawned on me that perhaps not editing works well for SoC writing because it allows for the free flow of thoughts and feelings. In any case, if you do edit, be careful not to mess with the spontaneity of this good poem. It works well for me.
Thanks, Victoria, good that it came across as spontaneous to you.
nice…i love how those mementos can transport us like that with a glimpse or touch…you memories so vivid and i was right there in them with you….nice pick up of the pace there in the end when in the car too…
Thanks, Brian. I felt this poem was very simple (too simple) compared with others posted largely due to the speed with wvhich I put it together…but at least it seems to have touched a few people…
How nice to be reminded, Sue! An item big or small brought home is priceless for the memories. Great write!
Hank
really poignant Sue – as said above, tinkering too much with S o C stops it being just that…I love your poem. All it needs is one of your most evocative photos to so with it – maybe coffee in the artist’s garden – I imagine it to be full of colour and scent , slightly unmanaged!
Wonderful memories – I know exactly what you mean, as if the memory housed in the object. K.