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the architecture of nostalgia

>> Sunday, July 18, 2010



















A lighthouse in Basco, Batanes (Philippines)


first, a vision
of a rose-tinted longing
sensed in blueprints where
lines intersperse with dreams
in domes and vaults,
in doorways and arches.

then a pain of
the bittersweet kind is
born as the winter from
the marble floor or old wood
harks back at memories
measured in length of beams
or weight of stone.

but there is no return,
no grand staircases nor
dark tunnels that lead to
a terrace of a younger world
only columns and pillars
that stand as proud
as you are able to recall.
else, they too shall
fall apart. like the
unfeeling walls that
once shielded or the
roof that not too long ago
(or was it?) sheltered.

and there is no comfort
in turning the other way, to
another window that
faces still water or a tree
for all speak of familiar
pathos and colors
that came to pass like
your secret places
behind the oak door.

you run your fingers
through bricks and tiles,
grooves and cracks,
like you would a lover's
hair and you christen
them melancholia --
at least a name
for the pain.







 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 





  
The Dunguaire Castle in County Galway, Ireland. 



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 




 
The Colosseum in Rome, Italy


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  






The Summer Palace in Beijing, China.
 
 




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 




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The Empire State Building in New York City, New York




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



 

 
The Great Pyramids in Egypt




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 






The windmills of Kinderdijk in the Netherlands


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 






 
The Taj Mahal in Agra, India


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   




A lonely spot in a monastery in Barcelona, Spain




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   





Inside Inside the Round Tower in Copenhagen, Denmark


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 




 

The Stonehenge on the Salisbury Plain, southern England


 
 
 
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4 comments:

lxxy July 18, 2010 at 8:55 AM  

Simply stunning! The rise and fall of buildings, architecture, and society?

Shalini July 18, 2010 at 11:34 PM  

Just so beautiful - the verse, the lines, the shadows, the effects!

Fun and Fearless July 19, 2010 at 6:33 AM  

Good poetry!

It captures the pain of knowing something historical or sentimental used to be there and now what's left were memories from the ruins. You're a good weaver of words. ^_^ Keep writing!

Cris A July 19, 2010 at 10:13 AM  

@lxxy - stunning yet bittersweet

@shalini - glad you like the coming together of the elements :D

@F and F
Thanks for the kind words. Yes I will, if you promise to keep on reading them D

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