In the falling dusk
the heartbeat of memories
sounds above the panting breath
of invading silence
and loud are the footsteps of time
that once was
but will never be again.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
Some evenings evoke such beautiful memories..... You can never say that it is something of the past... Before you, life stretches and who can tell there won't be pleasanter evenings! The implied melancholy of this poem tugs the heart! A beautiful write with a very beautiful image to go with it!
What a gorgeous photograph you found to accompany your poem. It's breath taking! ! And as I stare at it, which I'm compulsively doing, the colors and the expansive landscape reconcile me to the damage done by time, because this sunset is also a function of time and it exhilarates me. Your words are carefully balanced, that is, I feel it is a poem of realization, poised equally between the sadness of time and the promise of time, neither extreme cancelling the other, and all we have to do for ourselves is to summon is the HOPE which seems to be implicit in your words just waiting for us to embrace it. This is truly a nostalgic poem.
My favourite time and for sure this picture will go in my collection....Amusing poem.10+++++
Breath is painted with heartbeats of memories in this falling dusk. Very interesting poem this is with nice imagery.10
That beautiful photo will inevitably rekindle distant thoughts at dusk but it could also be a sunrise offering new hope for the future. A sad poem beautifully written.
Noshy Wonderfully brilliance that shine in this poem Bravo! ! ! !
A revisit here makes my day! Nosheen's poetry is a researcher's treasure trove!
Hi Nosheen, Beautiful poem on memories. Falling dusk, sure, has the effect of taking us back through the memories. The most attractive, as is always with your poems, is the phrasing and imagery. A few phrases in this poem really astonished me by their beauty: Heartbeats of memories, Footsteps of Time, Invading Silence. These phrases ring in the mind again and again. A very short poem. But needs to be read many more times to fathom its depth. Loud are the footsteps of time that once was but will never be again. Inimitable phrasing. Loved reading. Have to come back, though I have included this poem in my fav.10.