Evening Nostalgia Comments

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.

Marvelous piece...... thanks for sharing....

Noshy Wonderfully brilliance that shine in this poem Bravo! ! ! !

"loud are the footsteps of time"

A revisit here makes my day! Nosheen's poetry is a researcher's treasure trove!

Thank you for sharing your kind words, ' invading silence

Absolutely charming! An old one, but I've just seen it. Daniel was with us then. Time to think of time.

Very powerful imagery. Some memories always come thudding

A lovely poem! My pleasure revisiting it.

Contemplating what has been bolsters our tomorrows. Thank you so much for your comments. You are very generous.

Amazing image is created here. silence and loud are the footsteps of time that once was but will never be again. Beautiful poem with deep feelings.

A highly expressive short poem that you have so elegantly constructed on the falling dusk depicting your nostalgia for a definite past evening! The use of the phrase, ‘panting breath of invading silence’ is absolutely fabulous! Well penned! I appreciate your writing style…….10

above the panting breath of invading silence and loud are the footsteps of time A great creation...the sound of invading silence..you have marvelled the art of choosing the words. Thanks potess for the sharing of the great poem. 10 for it. Subhas

This too shall pass - very evocative image I love your poetry Nosheen

that once was but will never be again.............................. a great short poem.

Lovely. I am trying to get caught up reading but it seems I missed a few gems.

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

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.

Wonderful poem, time marches on as history is made. Love the picture it's really beautiful.