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Jolted by Twilight

Behind me, I hear,
 The receding roar of years.
  It sends chills down my spine.
   For me, no more springing steps,
    But a fast- withering torso,
     So awkward and unsure. 
      I look on to the track ahead,
        As the race winds down
         And the final turn in sight.
          I am jolted by the twilight seeping into my life.

          Once my life has been a round of cheer.
         But no more can I cling onto those days so dear.
        I am an autumn leaf turned red, 
       And about to shed.
      As the world goes wheeling through,
     Somehow, I am pushing through,
    Waiting for that tightening grip,
   Of an unknown caller’s powerful fist!
  With the sunset, after the twilight fades
 Will I be able to rise up in crimson glory?

Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2024

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Kai Michael Neumann Date: 12/10/2024 6:44:00 AM Crimson acclaim to that poem ... Login to Reply

David Crandall Date: 11/13/2024 11:42:00 AM Beautiful poem, Valsa. I can relate. Login to Reply

Andrea Dietrich Date: 11/11/2024 9:08:00 PM Wow. Excellent poetry. Did you win, I wonder. For me it's a winner Login to Reply

Victor Buhagiar Date: 11/11/2024 3:35:00 AM This is so beautifully written. Great use of metaphors. Dear Valsa, I am sure it will rate high. Login to Reply

Maria Williams Date: 11/9/2024 11:08:00 PM Dear Valsa, no one gets old just wiser and with more experience like fine wine - you only improve. If you think young you stay young and youthful, the mind and quantum energy must always grant what you wish for. Loved you poem and the formatting is exceptional. Hugs Maria Ps thanks for your FB visit Login to Reply

Hilda Greenhough Date: 11/9/2024 6:47:00 PM I am very impressed with your poem. You've expertly combined the first stanza in a way that introduces the second stanza for a great tale of the aging process with the final hope of peace. The last sentence summed it up. Good luck with the contest. Login to Reply

Silent One Date: 11/9/2024 10:26:00 AM Oh Valsa, your poem poignantly captures the melancholy of aging and the awareness of life’s brevity. The speaker acknowledges both the passage of time and the physical decline that accompanies it, confronting the “receding roar of years” and the “fast-withering torso.” This tone of quiet resignation is mixed with a hint of hope, as the poem closes with the possibility of “crimson glory,” suggesting a longing for some form of renewal or legacy after life fades. Wonderful poetry my friend.. Login to Reply

Paula Goldsmith Date: 11/9/2024 9:22:00 AM I enjoyed reading your write. Where does all the time go??? "Good Luck" We both did this one. Have a blessed day/weekend writing away............... Login to Reply

Joanna Daniel Date: 11/9/2024 8:45:00 AM Very well applied with life itself, Valsa:) now I feel inspired to write something for this contest, wonder whether there's enough time... Login to Reply

Jennifer Proxenos Date: 11/9/2024 7:34:00 AM Hey dear Valsa, I wish we lived close to each other and could visit and cheer each other up sometimes. We often have parallel thoughts, however although maybe twilight hovers over us, I still want to do so much, and am in no great hurry 'waiting for that tightening grip, Of an unknown caller's powerful fist! With the sunset, after the twilight fades, Will I be able to rise up in crimson glory? You will be the first to experience this but one day in the future, you are a wonderful, honest person, always know that. I know and respect and love you, Jennifer. Login to Reply

Joe Dimino Date: 11/9/2024 7:16:00 AM "For me, no more springing steps" -- Yep. Oh am I also aware! "I am an autumn leaf turned red, And about to shed." Me too. "With the sunset, after the twilight fades Will I be able to rise up in crimson glory?" No one more worthy...believe it! Login to Reply

Tom Cunningham Date: 11/9/2024 12:34:00 AM Sometimes you wonder where did time go, I often think I've more behind me than in front. Live life to the full. Good luck in the contest and enjoy your weekend. Tom Login to Reply

Yann Rolland Date: 11/9/2024 12:32:00 AM i wish you will rise again,even in autumn, this is a beautiful metaphor and remarkable poem, we live all the same troubled time, thanks poet Login to Reply