Apparitions Poem by Valsa George

Liking and disliking of a poem depends on the thinking of a reader. Thinking of a reader depends upon his circumstances. When I read this poem I was reminded of another woman. It appeared to me as if you have seen her and have painted her picture. Great poets write such poems in which the readers see the glimpses of their mental or physical conditions and their circumstances that make his personality. I am not an authority of English Literature but whatever I am, I am of an opinion that this poem can be placed with greatest poems ever written by anyone.(P.S.- I had to consult dictionary for truly understanding this poem, although, I confess, often I ignore this consultation)

wonderful unlocking, my dear poet, thanks.

Great write on the secret chest of memories. All, if not most of us have our past stored in the deep recesses of our minds. You have spoken for many who are tormented by their past, each time they visit the chest. Enjoyed it.

Very insightful indeed scripted so poignantly with apt words like a masterpiece......Valsa......despite our effort to live in the very present we tend to be haunted always by the past.......a great piece 10/10

memories that hurt are never welcome. indeed they're ugly spirits that rake up the scar.

This is a beautiful poem on apparitions and memories having touching expression and nice collocation. Thanks for sharing.

i have also a wooden chest and I'm afraid now

A very controversial subject is dealt and penned here which draws a lots of curiosity in me ie, apparitions. Don't know about the presence of such force but heard a lot about it which is coated with suspense and fears..... very interesting one.

Out.....out with you, ugly spirits Before you cleave my heart And bleed me to death! .....................feel of a prayer....great

The opening quatrain dramatizes actions that seem to guarantee the unpleasant is sufficiently disposed of. Them sheer physical detail of the heavy was convincing to me. But the apparitions being spirits have no qualms about rocks, boulders, what have you. The second stanza strikes me as the Walpurgis Night in German folklore when malign spirits can roam at will and do their will. These are such forces that take over in the second stanza and they cannot be resisted only endured - I hope. Your speaker takes charge in the third stanza and demands they S-T-O-P. I can't tell how effective her demand will be, but I'm convinced that it is a triumphant leadership. The apparitions will comply.