Nightfall
July 16, 2010 by hames1977
Please
don’t make promises
you wouldn’t keep.
As I am trying to feel
the traces of the past
deep in the crevices
of my wounded heart.
You never know how
words linger
in the precipice of hope
I am searching
the many mornings
rising to find, and wait
for the sunlight dying
down by the door.
Hoping still.
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Stunning poem – heart wrenching, poignant – true to life.
So true. So very heart wrenching. You capture the sense of loss so well and express it with such eloquence. Gosh I can relate to your line, ‘i am trying to feel/the traces of the past.’ This would have to be one of my favourites.
dear susie,
wow! thanks for your affirmation that indeed the message has been conveyed. what a joy to know that the poem connects with your life experiences! thank you very much. have a nice weekend.
dear gabrielle,
i humbly accept your kind words. thank you very much! thank you for your continued support on my poetry.
“you never know how words linger” unfailingly true
dear sarah,
thanks for the comment. it means so much to me. how is your relocation to seattle? i hope you find the place a source of new inspirations.
may your life be richly blessed.
Really pretty thought provoking poem. I love your banner on your page too!
hi derek,
thanks for dropping comments on my poem. i am glad you like the poem. i can understand that you like the banner since you are an artist. i can see that you like the burst of orange and tuscan yellow in some of your paintings. you are most welcome to read some of my poems, if you have time.
all the best to you.
So heart-wrenchingly true, so passionately sad. I have recently been having thoughts about hope, and about how hope can become a poison. We often forget when we must stop hoping and start living. I know I have been through it.
And still we hope, even when we know it’s a lost cause.
So beautifully written, so much sadness. One of your best that I have read.
Keep writing!
dear deadpoet,
i am excited about your comment and i keep saying to myself that i need to write more stuff and good poems that communicates, converses and challenges the reader. you never know how meaningful these exchanges of thoughts to me. they are my anchors.
i think, i am beginning to become a collector of people’s experiences and write them down through poetry. there are so many beautiful thoughts out there, waiting to be written, by us. never grow tired of writing to inspire.
thank you so much for keeping me company. thank you very much for your friendship. may you have the best days ahead.
I really like this one, Marvin 🙂
saddening, and awakening senses now…
Peace to you,
Laz
dear laz,
oh, i am so glad you like this one. your comment made me very happy. a comment that is a haiku in itself. thank you very much. i will try to catch your newly pressed poems in a while.
all the best to you.
excellent job,
dear jingle,
thank you very much for the generous praise for this poem. i am so happy that you enjoyed it.
all the best to you.
Hello Marvin,
I just nominated you for the “One Lovely Blog Award”
You can check it out Here
dear deadpoet,
i have checked them out. and i am lost for words when i see that i am on your list. i am surprised and the happiness overflowed within me. thank you very much indeed for giving me such honor by including me in your very select list.
i have a request. how can i do the same? i would want to nominate also 9 beautiful blogs which i admired so much. please teach me the step by step mechanics.
again, my sincerest thanks goes to you.
You are one of the most deserving of the award. Rare is your eloquence and passion in terms of poetry. I admire you a lot to be able to write such beautiful pieces.
To do the same, just pick up the image from my site, you can write an introduction if you wish. The important part is to copy the four rules, and to follow them.
Then just make a list of some bloggers you are fond of and would like to present with the award. Next just let them know that you have given them the award.
I wish you the best.
dear deadpoet,
wow, good gracious, thank you very much. this is very inspiring for me. your admiration to my poetry is beyond what i could take. i thank God for giving me the talent to share what i can be able to write. thanks for the accolade. i will do my list, but, can i deviate from the rules? i would want to vote so many good blogs out there. i would want to separate prose pieces from purely poetry blogs. in this way i can include all the many wonderful blogpages which are worth to mention.
tell me if that’s acceptable. i appreciate it.
Another gem from you Marvin! Hope springs eternal, it was the last thing left in Pandora’s box. We’d be lost without it. A wonderful sensitive poem filled with longing and hope.
dear lynda,
i feel elated by your generous praise. thank you very much. yeah, i remember pandora’s box as you have written a blogpost about it. this poem tackles about love lost and the agony of waiting to hope. i am happy that i was able to convey the message in such a few and uncomplicated words.
all the best to you.
Brilliant imagery!!
“You never know how
words linger” – really beautiful lines!
Hope indeed – keep most of us alive!
I really enjoyed this read…
Thanks for sharing..
hi kavita,
welcome to my poetry page. i am glad you like this poem. i thank you so much for appreciating my kind of poetry. i hope to visit yours too. don’t lose hope, love is on the way.
Of course you can deviate a bit, I think it would be interesting to nominate in different categories.
dear deadpoet,
sure i will deviate big time. i love to nominate!
Anticipation can sometimes be a terrible, heartbreaking thing, can’t it? When something has been lost.
Sad poem.
Val
dear val,
yes, what you said about anticipating and the longing for somebody whom we have lost is heartbreaking indeed. i agreee with you. thanks for the comment. may you will always be well.
Oh !! This is so beautiful ! I moves me so much!
Are you ok out there ??…
dear isabelle,
wow, thank you! i am glad that you like it so much. don’t worry i am doing good and okay. thanks for your concern.
happy weekend to you.
Hi Marvin. This reminds me of someone caught in that spot of grieving where there seems no end. I like it that you include “hope”. It is a span of time like this where “hope’ IS what gets the person thru along with the rise and set of the sun. Your poem is a sweet promise of light on the other side of the door. Very beautiful, very human.
dear leslie,
sad as it is, but i try not to be overwhelmed by that sadness. it is okay to acknowledge sadness in our lives but this should not restrain us to hope for the better. you are correct about the promise of light and if we only had the courage to go out and embrace it, we would be able to see how beautiful the outdoors is. how wonderful to be living and exist.
thank you for your unwavering support for my poetry. i hope that you are doing fine on the side of the world painting the many beautiful scenes which uplifts the human spirit.
happy weekend painting to you.
The art of letting go is a skill, the heart could be trained, being resilient is a craft. Pain helps us build a certain muscle in the heart to be sturdy and that we could be better at it the next time.
But, oh still, it does hurt.
That is why I believe in finding the balance between the use of the mind and the heart when loving – I thought the heart chooses the person we love but the mind dictates reason. When love doesn’t work the heart suffers most from the blow but the mind always have that ready hands to help us up from where we fall and guide us to the path of an open door to moving on and welcome the sushine of another morning.
I once said in one of my articles that I believe in forever – and for me, forever means loving the same person over and over again. When we wake up to another morning with renewed hope and fall in love to the same person again after the many nightfalls in the past I think that’s what forever is all about. And it is worth another try if the mind dictates that it is all worth it.
Though the heart could be trained a skill to love again, the mind would know the boundaries. On the other hand, the heart, too, could be trained a skill to move forward and never to look back when the object of affection just pulls you backwards to unending nightfalls.
We all deserve the sunshine, and I believe that one person would end our nightfalls and bring us that promise of dawn someday.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
dear jeques,
i like the way you use the reference of the nightfall and dawn as anchor point for sadness and hope in the waiting. thanks again for the wonderful comment. you have done a good job of extracting the essence of this poem, in which i am so grateful.
love is unpredictably painful but mysteriously enticing to the heart. and the mind has the power to conjure the ideal out of the reality. i think it is true to everyone, that we try to rise up from the many nightfalls of our lives. and each new morning gives us the strength to move on and allow the sunlight from a person who will stay by your side.
best of times to you.