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Melina J Balboni's avatar

What a beautiful road I just traveled reading your poem, Ed. Grazie Tanto! There is so much buried in the wonderful days of yesteryear that seem to quietly dissipate. Many of us spend time focusing on what’s ahead of us rather than remembering to revel in what was behind us. So thank you for that moment of “wake up and remember”. It’s so important to savor the past.

Ed Iannuccilli's avatar

Thank you for your kind comments, Melina. As you can see, I live in a world of nostalgia. It seems to be more important with so many serious, life-threatening issues that surround us these days.

James P Crowley's avatar

THERE'S a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons,

That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;

We can find no scar, But internal difference Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,

"Tis the seal, despair, —

An imperial affliction

Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens, Shadows hold their breath;

When it goes, 't is like the distance On the look of death.

Emily Dickenson

Ed Iannuccilli's avatar

Beautiful. Now THIS is poetry. Thanks for sharing, Jim. She captures the sometimes heaviness of winter. Marvelous

Peter Voccio JR.'s avatar

Carol Ann Duffy's "Nostalgia"

Explores the moment the term "Nostalgia" was coined following the crusades of the 17th-century Swiss mercenaries.

The poem traces the origins of nostalgia by a 17th century medical student to describe the melancholy of Swiss mercenaries. it explains how mercenaries had an ache while fighting miles away from home amidst wrong sounds, smells, light and strange food while home music summoned them. The grown men pined and cried as the ache was killing them, and named it nostalgia, allowing a path for linguistic expression. Capturing its bittersweet with the pain of essence, the poem describes nostalgia as a" sweet pain in the heart" as gives strange pleasure with the pain of inability to return to the past

Peter Voccio JR.'s avatar

Those early mercenaries, it made them ill-

leaving the mountains, leaving the high, fine air

to go down. What they got

was money, crude coins clenched

Lora Kosten's avatar

Beautiful post, my friend Dr. Ed.

And here is a simple poem that speaks volumes about our lives.

“There are good ships and wood ships, ships that sail the sea, but the best ships are friendships, and may they always be,” — Old Irish Proverb.

Friends are treasured gifts that withstand the test of time; they offer emotional support and a sense of belonging. My bonds with special friends are based on kindness, compassion, mutual respect and loyalty. They have helped enrich my life and well-being.

Be sure to tell your friends how much they mean to you. LK

Ed Iannuccilli's avatar

Yes, Lora, I could not agree more. I try to call a friend evert day.https://edwrites.net/p/lunch-with-long-time-friends

I LOVE the proverb. Thank you.

Melina J Balboni's avatar

You are right indeed, Ed!

Ed Iannuccilli's avatar

Jes hangin' in the past.....

Peter Voccio JR.'s avatar

Ed, if you would like a song with nostalgia.

West Virginia/John Denver

Kathy Fryer's avatar

So many glorious memories…thanks, sir.

Ed Iannuccilli's avatar

Thanks, Kathy. I'm stuck in nostalgia and plan to stay.

Kathy Fryer's avatar

Same here. I’m not going anywhere. Peace

Sheila Land's avatar

Oh so many so familiar! So true💕