Nostalgia – Photo Challenge

Nostalgia is the sunset, the forest and the sea
it’s when the son graduates, having an ice-cream
it’s being with siblings and the capiz chandelier
it’s the university where I spent my youth
it’s the coliseum, temple, old trees, seeing tigers
it’s the son’s first guitar concert
our first opera, Paris for our anniversary
the picture of my Dad and brother
our first mountain retreat, island holiday
the engagement ring that the son gave to beautiful K
my mother when she was 18, our drinks at the park
mother singing with her best friend, the ube ice-cream
our first grape harvest, son crawling on his first birthday
the bee on the flower, feeding the son at Viktualienmarkt
the double rainbows, El Nido resort, with Him Indoors’ shadow
when Dad pinned my medal, played some music, danced the hula
Nostalgia was the golden anniversay of grandparents
photo with my mother, youngest brother not born yet
it’s a fireplace in Garmisch and eating halo-halo

For: Nostalgia

Other “nostalgia” posts:
Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgia
https://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/2016/09/30/the-beauty-of-nostalgia/
https://lifeconfusions.wordpress.com/2016/09/30/october-is-here/
https://cxianliu.wordpress.com/2015/09/08/the-delicacy-of-silk/
https://bildhof.wordpress.com/2016/09/30/wpc-nostalgia/

No More Please

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No more, please no more
She can’t take it anymore
No more images of him
He was everywhere haunting her
No more bite of the wind
Its sensation so hurtful and banal
No more sting of his betrayal
Cold and laced with salt, no excuse
No more regrets
He made her happy, he made her cry
No more blaming
Her heart smashing into pieces
No more please, no more
She wants to move on

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Weekend Mini-Challenge – Trying “No More”

Writespiration #82 Nostalgia That Hurts

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Her heart is hard enough as it is
Her voice softens and opens up
Threading a tremulous quaver
Through its tranquil melody
As she wanders through the city
With all its baroque architecture
Customs and traditions they adhere
She remembers the times in their lives
When they used to wander together
When they were happy and inseparable
But then that love didn’t hold them together
There was something missing she can’t identify
Perhaps forgotten reveries and visualisations
They were not destined to be together

If it’s goodbye
Then they should do it right
She has no regrets
Thanking him for being part of her life
He made her happy, he made her sad
He made her care, he made her cry
But let him listen, can he hear that?
It’s her heart, smashing into pieces
She knows it will take some time
For everything to be alright
But one day, it will be fine
For now, let them part as friends
And leave some beautiful memories
Perhaps one day they’ll meet again

For: Writespiration #82 Nostalgia That Hurts

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