Chimes Of Twilight

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“Sunset” by: Phil Coch

 
Chimes Of Twilight

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I am watching the sun as it sits low on the horizon. The hall clock chimes. It’s the hour of twilight. Dusk is slowly advancing, as the chill of night begins to settle on the land. All my daydreams have gone to bed. I sit in quiet solitude, close by the fire, soothed by its crackling glow. But I am not alone. I’m warmed by the memories that I’ve huddled around me.

From far into the past they drift forward through time. One by one they visit gently. These are memories of those I’ve been blessed to love, and who’ve loved me. I shed a tender tear for each one. There is a sweetness to this reverie, and just a touch of soft regret. In this peaceful moment, my heart is full, my spirit calm.

Had I my way, this evening would never end. But soon these flames will falter, and the lingering embers will die. The hands of that clock sweep me towards nightfall. Darkness will unfold its deep blanket upon me. I’ll soon surrender to time’s warm embrace.

in this fading light
distant memories of love
shine across the years

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rob kistner 2019

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“Folding Time” by: rob kistner

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  • 26 thoughts on “Chimes Of Twilight”

      1. Thank you Dwight! I didn’t want to directly write about solitude, but rather, I tried to wtite solitude. Yes, I created “Folding Time”. It is an extreme digital manipulation of one of my photos of a tower clock in Portland Oregon. I publish a handsigned edition of 10 archival glclée on canvass a number years ago. I sold them all, save one, whivh hangs in my stufio. This image here is a portion of the larger image.

    1. I love the peacefulness of your haiun, Rob, and the way it begins with the sun low on the horizon and the chiming of the clock chimes, as if it’s announcing twilight. I also like the phrase ‘all my daydreams have gone to bed’ and the warmth of the memories and time’s embrace.

      1. Thank you very much Kim. I am pleased this piece seemed to resonate for you. The “daydream” line was my way of describing that kind of sober but peaceful frame of mind that comes, at least for me, as we transition from day to night. I am glad you liked it… 🙂

    2. I think you’ve described quite beautifully a solitude that is the opposite of loneliness. The best kind.

      1. It is not aiways easy to be able to fold deep enough into my solitude to pull up that much emotion regarding those I have lost – but I love it when I can reach that level of reverie Bjorn. The tears are such a freeing catharsis. I love it to be able to feel that tenderly and fragily connected to my 18-year-old son Aaron again, to feel him close. I still miss him terribly much, and the wonderful man I know he would have become, based the path he was already on. He was so beloved in his community for the work he was doing at age 18, for abused juveniles, that over 3,000 prople attended his funeral. The flagged procession to the grave site was nearly 350 cars. The streets in the heart of his little town were completely closed down for half a day to accommodate the funeral service and burial ceremony. Sorry I got off on this tangent, but I still miss him so so much! ;-(

      1. Thank you Grace. It has been a number of years since Aaron’s death, but his life is still vivid in my heart. I visit with him in memories, conjured in momemts of reverie, to still feel his presence and to speak to him in the voice of my spirit. He is, and will always be, my firstborn son. I have msny whom I loved, and have passed from my life, that I keep in active memory – but Aaron is my most beloved memory.

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