Shadows Fall

Places of loss and time long gone

Treading the paths of mourning
Of dreaming ended in nevermore
All hope at an end and buried deep
Left behind by those who lived on
Now speaking to seekers of melancholy
Strangers long laid to eternal rest
Now left to be revered by strangers
Shadows fall on forgotten memories

Photo taken by D. Denise Dianaty, 

17 March 2017

This image inspired the poem

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

A really beautiful piece. I am always fascinated and reverent in graveyards, feeling like I am treading on someone else's memories ... I believe you have captured that feeling well. Lovely presentation too, as always

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you. I feel precisely the same way in graveyards.

[Onlyme]

So heartbreaking, touching and tragic. Death comes to us all. And when all gone strangers see next where you lie.

[MomzillaNC]

Thanks. Yeah, there’s a deep melancholy in visiting forgotten graves.

[poetryloverr44]

This is so heartfelt and heartbreaking. I love your work.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow, the sorrow really hits you hard reading this. This sounds like a child that lost their innocent days too early due to a tragedy.

[MomzillaNC]

Thanks. I can see how it might feel like that. It’s actually about the way old graveyards can make you feel.

[lakki]

I enjoyed reading your artistic piece as usual. Is it viewed from the point of view of that child's shadows? I would love to know, if I got the meaning right.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you. And, yes, the child whose shadow falls across the grave gave me the perspective for this piece. It’s my son’s shadow. He was with me while I was photographing this old churchyard cemetery. There were old, faded flowers and brick-a-brack on many of the graves. But it was obvious that it had been a long time since anyone had visited those graves. My son talked about how the old touches made the graves seems sad – that someone once cared, but doesn’t seem to anymore.