3 of 41

by Dallas Spires

"Where All This Started"

Memories start here:
No sun light, always shadow,
always the weeds
standing and listening and watching,
always the trees in grey and black,
whispering in dead breezes,
always the voices
in the creaky boards of this porch,
behind the boarded windows
and locked doors, on the other side of
a bone white column, behind my eyes,
inside my ears, before today,
before yesterday, before last week...

...I want to find them, to leave them,
to put it all down on paper,
forget them and find my own.

Learn more about this author, Dallas Spires.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.

Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:

Poetry: Nostalgia

1 of 41
by Jayne Scott

I Dream of Africa

Some time ago I left my home,
far away in the African sun.
I boarded a plane for a foreign land,
my new life
read more
2 of 41
by Kat Apf

I want to go home.
I long to go to
the Metropolitan
Museum of Art
and stand in one
of the period rooms
and pretend to be
someone
read more
3 of 41
by Dallas Spires

"Where All This Started"

Memories start here:
No sun light, always shadow,
always the weeds
standing and listening and watching,
read more
4 of 41
by Jamie Mccormick

I Can No Longer Taste the Sea

I can no longer taste the sea.
It has ceased to seduce me
In whispered tones of saltiness.
Nor
read more
5 of 41
by Sheri Poe-Pape

The 1930's - "Those Were the Days"

Burns and Allen on the CBS Sunday night radio show,

percolator on wood stove with flames'
read more

View All Articles on:
Poetry: Nostalgia

Add your voice

Know something about Poetry: Nostalgia?
We want to hear your view. Write_pen Write now!

Creative Writing >

Poetry

Poetry: Nostalgia

by Dallas Spires

Poetry: Nostalgia

Related Titles: