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Nostalgia

by Clara Mae Gregory

molecules are melting

inside my mind

where they're molded into

an old new kind

of nostalgia I find

buried in movies

of old reels spun

capturing a time

before it became

so undone

04/14/2009

Posted on 04/14/2009
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/14/09 at 04:07 PM

...clara, well said, love the references...correct-0!

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 04/14/09 at 11:14 PM

Life in plastic, a moving corpse.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/15/09 at 04:13 AM

We have been watching some old classics lately via Netflix - worth the look back. Thanks for this reminder.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/03/09 at 12:32 PM

I feel right at home in this lovely cinemascope. I was never one to be in the moment, but I couldn't wait for that moment to pass and to turn nostalgic. I found that in that state the moment was much easier to live with and contemplate.

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