This week I caught up with my pal Bhavna, who is so cool that normal adjectives like “sharp”, “talented”, and “intelligent” do her no justice. The last time I met her was at her glorious wedding. She brings a lot of joy to me, and we have known each other for eight years! Yes, the real treasure is the friends we’ve made along the way.
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Poem starts in 3… 2… 1!
One night, as the full moon came right up,
she thought about existence.
Her thoughts flew left, right, down, and up,
without any resistance.
🧠💭
She thought about the moments that,
had come and gone and passed.
Her mind drifted and stopped right at,
the Palace of her Past.
🏰
At the shiny Palace of her Past,
her life was always rich!
Her flag flew at the fullest mast,
and her clothes were richly stitched.
👸
She thought of the endless stories,
of times that were gone and done.
The days that were full of glory,
and the nights that were full of fun!
👯♂️🥳🎆🎊🎉
Through the view of her red rose-tinted lens,
she saw no senseless pain.
The Palace was just never tense,
and happiness would rain.
🤡
There were friends and pals all over,
and lovers full of love!
The drinks caused no hangovers.
There were happy clouds above!
☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️
Around the Palace she would look,
and feel so very smug.
Nostalgia had her fully hooked,
it’s such a knock-out drug!
💉
But then she stopped and wondered,
and paused a bit to think.
She realised her blunder,
and felt like she would sink.
🏊♀️
She saw that she was cornered in,
behind the golden bars.
And realized that she had been,
ignoring all her scars.
🤕
It took a while to sink in,
and panicked her to death.
It got her really thinking,
she paused to take a breath.
😥
She told herself she had to let,
that hollow palace go.
For then and only then she'd get,
a chance to really grow.
🚀
She twisted and bent and pushed through,
the bars of her golden jail.
She gave herself the license to,
just stumble, fall, and fail.
😌
Her life was no longer askew,
it finally felt pleasant.
For she had broken through into,
the Playground of her Present.
🏞️
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Today’s poem is heavily inspired by the legendary early 1900’s song The Big Rock Candy Mountain; which I listened to for the first time in the legendary early 2000’s movie O Brother, Where Art Thou? - which, if you haven’t watched, go check it out already!
I hope you liked investigation of “Nostalgia” in the form of a poem! If you know someone who would like it, please do share this poem with them! 🙏
Until next Tuesday…