Poetry

A Lesson in Time

Memories are the fading footprints that Time leaves in the dust…

Poem by Dominick Montalto- poeticaesthete@aol.com Photos by Giovanni Gastel
Photo © Giovanni Gastel

Photo © Giovanni Gastel

Time alone it is that makes us mortal.
The building blocks of Time that construct our future
are also the very same ones
that take our past away, erasing it
like chalk on a blackboard.

Memories are the fading footprints
that Time leaves in the dust
for us to look back on with the gross pain of nostalgia.

Time is the chess-master who will always defeat us
with a fearless checkmate;
our breaths are pawns
on the checkered field of sustenance and decay,
for with each new breath we take
we must part with one as well.

Photo © Giovanni Gastel

Photo © Giovanni Gastel

Photo © Giovanni Gastel

Photo © Giovanni Gastel

Photo © Giovanni Gastel

Photo © Giovanni Gastel

Photo © Giovanni Gastel

Photo © Giovanni Gastel

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2 Responses to “A Lesson in Time”

  1. Dani says:

    I love these photos, so interesting and done by one of the best.

  2. Agnes says:

    Hey Nanda so glad you are still poeming (if that’s a word!).Hope you are doing okay with restieltng.Re red, well, just wanted to say I LOVE red. Have a hair appointment the 15th December for my fringe (only) to be RED RED RED. Have the office Christmas party the 16th. They’ll be surprised, hey!Your poem is good, though this one I didn’t feel statement in. I usually feel a statement of some sort with your poems. I’m sorry if I missed it (over my head). Just saying.Love your stuff though!

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