Valsa George


When Poetry Haunted Me


Sudden was the descent of poetry on me
I tottered under its weight
My body heated up like the sun
A frying egg yolk on the pan
My blood started burning…. burning
A strange madness crept across my senses
Intoxicated as by an excess dose of ale
Or drunk with the vintage wine
Or by some mystical disengagement
I started levitating
Wings sprouted up suddenly on my sides
I reeled round and round
Flew up and up
Meteors flashed past
Stars blinked
Larger celestial bodies stood still
Strange sounds fleeted past my ears
My heart palpitated,
Like the rumblings of thunder
My eyes glowed like fire balls

A shout I heard afar
Over the heavens' mysterious rim,
Muffled though, I could decipher it;
'Welcome to the clan of poets'!
Around me, I saw multitudes of poets
Young and old, their faces blazing
Like a million lanterns lit
In that blinding brilliance
My filmy wings burnt outright!

Like Icarus, from the heights
I flopped down to the chasm below
In the scattered heap of flesh and bones
A faint stir …..
…………………..
The feeble flutter of a poetic heart
Before it was finally stilled! !

Submitted: Monday, September 17, 2012
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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  • Veteran Poet - 4,393 Points Daniel Brick (8/4/2014 11:58:00 AM)

    This is like a shamanic initiation which makes the individual realize POETRY IS BIG, BIGGER THAN ME. BUT I'LL DO MY PART TO MAKE IT LIVE IN THIS GENERATION AND PASS IT ON TO THE NEXT. So the initiation is both
    wonderful and terrifying, both intimate and impersonal. Lots of paradoxes in this Verse World. We poetry lovers are definitely a minority so it's good to hype it, do our part to promote it so more discover and use it. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,383 Points Akhtar Jawad (8/4/2014 12:14:00 AM)

    Valsa went to hunt a poem but the hunter became hunted. The hunted Valsa did not fell on the ground, she climbed the heights whereat she could touch the poetic beauty of blue skies. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,061 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (7/31/2014 12:32:00 PM)

    Such a fantastic piece how come I had missed........Valsa.......so beautifully crafted........I am speechless......
    a sure 10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 1 Points Charles Monroe (10/29/2013 1:44:00 PM)

    'Top One-Hundred Poets Club'
    Out of Thousands and thousands of Poems online
    Mine was number sixty-five.
    Poet with a Thousand Kills
    But with weak promotion skills.
    Poem Hunters lose their way
    And, at times, become the prey
    All is fair in War and Love
    Top One-Hundred Poets Club.
    All contestants orchestrated
    Or perhaps they're all related
    Smiling proud with Pen in Hand
    We remain the Underrated.
    It will take a thousand Poets
    Just to help you stay afloat
    But nothing beats the satisfaction
    To receive an honest Vote.
    Poem Hunts the lamest Ducks
    I Searched You a thousand bucks
    Poison Ink reigns from above
    Top One-hundred Poets Club

    P.X

    #65 Charles Monroe


    Novus Ordo Seclorum (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,024 Points Bri Edwards (10/27/2013 3:24:00 PM)

    hey valsa, you did very well (in the contest) and without my help!) .
    i found the following comment below: Writing poetry is entoxicating and you are under it's influence. An ethereal and mystic portrayal of how it grabs you-A great read and reread
    if writing poetry were THAT GOOD for me, i wouldn't bother with sleeping or eating! is 'entoxicating' a 'british' spelling?
    i actually got the idea (perhaps incorrect?) that you aspired to be a poet, saw the glorious poets/poems surrounding you, and crashed in disappointment at not being able to compete on the same level. i didn't see any other comments like this, though i did not read them all. in fact, valsa, you have 'arrived' at, at least, your own very, very good poetic level! you may have even surpassed ME! congratulations. :) bri (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,482 Points Dinesh Nair (10/20/2013 9:38:00 AM)

    Metal is better shaped in fire and the longer and deeper the former remains in the latter, the more the effect thereof is. A mind haunted by poetry is elevated in one way and the bliss of writing in spite of the short spells of pains makes a poet a demi-god of one kind.
    Madam Valsa, your poems throw light on life in its myriad forms as judged by a human being with right perceptions and this poem elevates your poetic identity and what you call a haunting experience is nothing but the mother of all obsessions in fact. Kudos to the poet in you. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 9,485 Points Ramesh Rai (9/26/2013 10:29:00 PM)

    Softness of heart of a poet is beautifully portrayed here. Excellent Write. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 306 Points Shahzia Batool (5/2/2013 8:46:00 AM)

    A studded piece of poetry and an experience of an intuitive poet...so natural, which can never be experienced by practitioners of poetry! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 116 Points Joseph Anderson (5/1/2013 12:50:00 PM)

    Now we have winessed the birth. or rebirth of a true poet and it was an
    intoxicating experience. Supurb in imagery and exciting to read and reread-
    brilliantly done. Go to the head of the class (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 24 Points Jahan Zeb (1/13/2013 9:52:00 AM)

    I treat to be in the company of such great people. They really care for each other. Most importantly they care for the each other. I have found friends here. friend That I will never forget.
    This piece of yours represents us all. thank you for writing such a marvelous piece (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 893 Points Kee Thampi (11/5/2012 8:21:00 AM)

    read with a pride, prime moments to bless....
    Welcome to the clan of poets'!
    Around me, I saw multitudes of poets
    Young and old, their faces blazing
    Like a million lanterns lit
    In that blinding brilliance....... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Anita Sehgal (9/28/2012 6:10:00 AM)

    you are right.. thats exactly how i feel... well expressed.. a pleasure to read you poems.. thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 920 Points Elena Sandu (9/27/2012 11:48:00 PM)

    A delight to read, happiness to feel for being ably to read this wonderful poem! Thank you for share,10. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 273 Points Sekharan Pookkat (9/24/2012 9:26:00 AM)

    Right dear poet- right. spontaneous overflow of emotions recollected in tranquility is a poem.. You are right.
    Origin of a poem is a strange experience to all poets. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 5,467 Points Neela Nath (9/20/2012 3:23:00 AM)

    Same is my condition. While spending time with my family, going somewhere by car, a sudden flash, a single line comes in my mind.I become alone then. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 774 Points Thomas A Robinson (9/18/2012 6:51:00 PM)

    Poems haunt me also Valsa, they wrack my soul devouring any memory like
    ravenous wolves.They torture my existance taunting my past daring me to
    something about it.They never let me rest and glee at my exhaustion in te wee hours
    before daylight.They are my bain, my extension of guilt, and my final plea.
    My poems are all of me. (Report) Reply

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