nostalgia

  • In The Service

    In the Service How much time has passed me by in the service?   What are these remembered Feelings Of passion and fire and drive empowered?   What are these remembered Days Of joy and energy and strength unhampered?  … Continue reading

    In The Service
  • Reflections on 2024 (Pt. 3/3): A Poem

                Reflections on 2024 (Pt. 3 of 3): A Poem   Running on snow covered hills Past the woods and fields blanketed White. I breathe an air that kills And feel peace-at-last, and contented,  … Continue reading

    Reflections on 2024 (Pt. 3/3): A Poem
  • Grounded in Ground Mounds

    Grounded in Ground Mounds I am grounded most successful In the hills and mountains, blissful.   In these mounds of Appalachian earth and hue Full of ridges, hazy and blue,   I am reminded of my roots and connection To… Continue reading

    Grounded in Ground Mounds
  • I Was Alive

    I Was Alive I was alive there In the warm and fresh Breeze of European air.   I was alive there Despite the heartbreak and the Pain of an old relationship’s wear and tear.   I was alive there in… Continue reading

    I Was Alive
  • Mercyhurst

    Mercyhurst A sidewalk in mid-December Made icy and snow-covered By frigid blasts of winter wind   Leads him to walk down paths Familiar, And somehow different.   A sense of nostalgia. A sense of remembrance of days of youth And… Continue reading

    Mercyhurst
  • The Good ‘Ole Days

    The Good ‘Ole Days Is it possible to know that you’re living them when you’re living them?   The good ‘ole days Haven’t passed us by, they say.   The good ‘ole days are here And now, so have no… Continue reading

    The Good ‘Ole Days
  • Dear Prague

    Dear Prague Dear Prague I first caught a glimpse of you Through my evening-train-window seeing a view Of your form obscured by the late-December-fog.   Immediately you had me enchanted By your medieval walls, stone streets, and astronomical clock As… Continue reading

    Dear Prague
  • Impressions

    Impressions  In the waking hours of the day When all seems normal And bright I can close my eyes And instantly Be  Struck  By Impressions. Impressions Of you and Of Grief.  Impressions of metaphors of high seas  And green pastures.… Continue reading

    Impressions
  • Youth

    Youth Young, brilliant, temerity  Of mind, body, spirit.    Nimble feet  Flying across miles of open terrain.   Strong arms  Wiry and without limit.   Shoulders not yet bent  With the worries of adulthood.    Fierce independence driving  Belief in… Continue reading

    Youth