Hiatus Poem by Valsa George
Hiatus
Up the long path of life
From joy to pain
And from pain to joy
I have been oscillating all these years
Now my mind is empty
No exhilarating emotions
No vexing thoughts
No nagging concerns
No convulsing tidal swaying
Like a placid lake with no ripples
Like a sponge with water squeezed out
Like a kite refusing to soar high
I am now a bough on a sturdy stem
Resisting to be touched by the wind!
You might think I have learnt
To look at life with a level brow
Perhaps you are right
But I detest this mental hiatus
This numbing languorousness
This sickening emotional torpor!
Am I becoming a log over the moving currents?
But I detest this mental hiatus This numbing languorousness This sickening emotional torpor! Am I becoming a log over the moving currents? A great poem for our age group, we all feel and think like this.
Sometimes we do relate to this mental hiatus .......wonderful word play and beautifully expressed.Thank you once again
An amazing write Valsa with such wonderful imagery sometimes it's nice to be like a log but not for long as we all need stimulation of fluctuating situations to keep us on our toes!
wonderfully written. Out and away from poetry world on account of same feelings I can relate with it so well. it seems like poetry has seeped in blood. words flow...the blood flows...
Long experience in life has made the poetess pass9ive over joy and sorrow. but is apprehensive whether becomming a log over the moving currents. Great realisation......10
But I detest this mental hiatus This numbing languorousness This sickening emotional torpor! Am I becoming a log over the moving currents? .........so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem shared.
What a deep thinking, reflective poem. The calmness that comes from no longing swinging between highs and lows can be seen as something to embrace. Being a 'log over moving currents' is the kind of imagery that can help people worry less about things and reminds me of a cartoon I asked Swapan Debnath to draw, of a man floating on a raft just letting life happen. You may not feel you soar high but in the eyes of others like myself you're an eagle above the clouds.
Where would we be with out life's ups and downs? What would we write about? A well written poem. Hopefully your mind is just resting for the next of life's ups and downs.
loved every line in this poem, wat a punch! ! ! simply superb! Like a placid lake with no ripples Like a sponge with water squeezed out Like a kite refusing to soar high Am I becoming a log over the moving currents?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I myself look forward to this level brow in life. Wonderfully expressed. You are certainly no log Valsa. Do you need a new hobby?