Valsa George


Five Liners No.8. A Simple Whim - Poem by Valsa George

How I wish to scuttle alone
Over a gentle river from bank to bank
In a small boat rowed with a bamboo pole
While the seagulls fly shrieking over my head
And the clouds sail drawing queer patterns on the sky


Comments about Five Liners No.8. A Simple Whim by Valsa George

  • Akhtar Jawad Akhtar Jawad (1/24/2016 8:27:00 AM)

    After a lot of efforts I got this poem that is not read by me, and now I am going to read it................Read it, and read the comments too......................I understand river as life, having two banks, birth and death, Bamboo pole is struggle. I don't mind use of word scuttle. Efforts and struggles in life, difficult sometimes impossible like scuttling on water. Small Boat are the limited opportunities that one gets in his life but being satisfied and content the river gently flows to the final destination. (Report) Reply

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  • Md Asadullah Md Asadullah (2/16/2014 1:07:00 AM)

    Beautiful wish just in five lines :) (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine Diane Hine (2/13/2014 5:42:00 AM)

    I'm not much of a sailor but you make it sound very inviting. (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards Bri Edwards (2/7/2014 1:40:00 PM)

    valsa, i hope you don't mean to use scuttle THIS WAY!

    1. (Nautical Terms) nautical (tr) to cause (a vessel) to sink by opening the seacocks or making holes in the bottom

    i'll send other private comments madam. :) bri thanks for sharing. i enjoyed it.
    p.s. wear a broad-brimmed hat unless you don't mind gull poop in your hair! ....to MyPoemLIst. (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa Kanav Justa (2/5/2014 4:14:00 AM)

    And the clouds sail drawing queer patterns on the sky , , , ,

    looking up at the sky to see clouds change so strangely is a delight for the eyes, , , , (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair Dinesh Nair (2/4/2014 10:03:00 AM)

    A fine whim quite naturally expressed madam. But your small boat has to take you on after realising that at the sea-mouth strong currents are awaiting.
    One hopes your gentle river never rushes towards such a sea at all so that as a small sailor lost in this pleasant past time you will rejoice to no end. A good five liner with fifty pleasant ripples surfacing its gentle face. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar Geetha Jayakumar (2/3/2014 9:48:00 AM)

    Beautiful imagery of words painted in canvas. I could picturise it well. Loved the way you presented it. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla Tirupathi Chandrupatla (2/3/2014 8:34:00 AM)

    Difficulties come one after the other. Life is hard. Beautiful poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (2/3/2014 7:00:00 AM)

    .....sounds very peaceful...I wonder where you would be going...
    .it must be somewhere nice.... (Report) Reply

  • Pradip Chattopadhyay (2/3/2014 6:17:00 AM)

    I get the view, I have been to river banks of late. (Report) Reply

  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (2/3/2014 3:38:00 AM)

    The great imagery as good as heavenly............Valsa...............nicely composed......... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, February 3, 2014


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