Romeo Della Valle

Rookie - 165 Points (Ageless / Dominican Republic)

A Life's Stage - Poem by Romeo Della Valle

Leave me to my senses
And the darkness of a room,
For I have no reflection
And my eyes refuse to see
The light even if a day or love,
Or memory-so extinguished,
Is the lamp that once lit up
My life with purpose...

Myself-so outward changed,
That I seem not to maintain
A singular character
Apart from others,
Whose, separately, take their cue
From placement and environment,
Each by turn-but tell me-
Did you expect another me?

Another page, another grave
For yesterday's treasure-
The sustaining pursuit
Or a self-made uncertainty,
A need for growth or freedom-
What does it mean- but me or you-
Alive with possibility,
Owning nothing to the past but this?


New York City
©All Rights Reserved-2011


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Comments about A Life's Stage by Romeo Della Valle

  • Dershish Kebab (7/27/2016 12:43:00 PM)

    Congratulations, Romeo, for having this selected as poem of the day! Well done, indeed. (Report) Reply

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  • Akhtar Jawad Akhtar Jawad (7/27/2016 8:39:00 AM)

    One cannot change himself completely but our friends and acquaintances wants a complete change. One who is helpless to change himself, is so much frustrated by demands of others that he confines himself in a dark room. It happens with all of us and during such moments of dejection loneliness is the best answer. The poet has nicely described this state of humans. A wonderful poem and well deserved selection as the members poem of the day. Congratulations. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul Lyn Paul (7/27/2016 7:57:00 AM)

    We do not know our path but if we are happy enough to just go with it, taking slight detours life can be eventually what we want it to be.
    Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Bernard Snyder Bernard Snyder (7/27/2016 7:53:00 AM)

    Yes! ! Loving this poem Romeo. Glad to see it selected as 'PODD. Congrats! (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra Subhas Chandra Chakra (7/27/2016 6:29:00 AM)

    nother page, another grave
    For yesterday's treasure-
    The sustaining pursuit
    Or a self-made uncertainty,
    A need for growth or freedom-
    What does it mean- but me or you-
    Alive with possibility,
    Owning nothing to the past but this?

    Keep this way of thinking up, in spite of the philosophical void you suffer from.
    Thanks for this poem.10 for it. Subhas (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (7/27/2016 3:48:00 AM)

    We all go through this phase, some get bogged down and some stand straight, to learn about self it we all must do on a regular basis. Rightly deserves POTD, Congrats. (Report) Reply

  • Anita Aparajita Das Anita Aparajita Das (7/27/2016 2:45:00 AM)

    Another page, another grave
    For yesterday's treasure-
    The sustaining pursuit
    Or a self-made uncertainty,
    A need for growth or freedom-

    Beautifully written. Thanks.10 for it. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga Rajnish Manga (7/27/2016 2:06:00 AM)

    The entire poem is kind of introspection by the poet who is in search of answers to his philosophical queries. I think such things do happen to all at one time or the other. Thanks: -
    ...extinguished, ... Is the lamp that once lit up... My life with purpose... (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (7/27/2016 1:39:00 AM)

    I have no reflection! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins Heather Wilkins (7/11/2013 4:00:00 PM)

    life is a stage and we are actors performing our small part as it progresses. a good write. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai Ramesh Rai (7/7/2013 7:10:00 AM)

    but me or you-
    Alive with possibility.
    beautiful write brother
    a poet is always in search of peace even his death retains some substantial cause. you have yet to do a lot for poetry. may God give you a happy blooming long life.
    with my sincere regards
    yours brother (Report) Reply

  • Is It Poetry Is It Poetry (7/5/2013 11:15:00 AM)

    Trust and insight
    into the right's of others.
    To deliver what is seen
    by other's as meaning, measured...iip (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (7/5/2013 8:32:00 AM)

    Alive with possibility and accepted for who we are ever changing and growing. A fine write and the first verse was precise with great clarity of message and measured language. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013


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