Will The Door Be Opened Once More? Poem by Valsa George
Will The Door Be Opened Once More?
She sits by the window motionless
Looking at the sky getting darker
Inside her a sea swells, tides of memories
Beat her heart, the only keepsake she has
Like a thick shelled oyster, tightly spliced
He sealed his heart to her barring entry
She wonders what currents flow through his sinews?
And what eddies churn and gyrate within?
Do the thoughts of their love linger there?
Does her image, to his memory ever return?
Does he recall how they stood silent beneath the stars?
How they then built an epoch in a glance!
Once life moved with lilting measure
From goblets, they quaffed the bubbling liquid
Everyday a new song was thrummed upon life's harp
What passion, what youth, what thrill they shared then
They so loved as no one had ever loved
Like a phantom she followed him behind
To him alone her heart, as offering she gave
Never suspected any force to tear them apart
But how Fate waited swift to smite
And how they had to part in anguish
Toppling down the sand castles they built
Leaving a heap of debris behind
Will he once more open his heart?
Will she again find entry and nest within?
Will she be able to douse her smouldering pain?
In her dark hours, she sees a star twinkling far!
There is hope of stars twinkling far. How the happy moments end without a warning, no one knows. True love should not end that way since it should be of equal intensity from both sides.
I amire the vocabulary used.For first time I see the word gyrate which has a greek origin too.A hoard, wealth of words builds the good poem.Best regards.
So many thought and form of questions....Nice work, Madam...
Beautiful, beautiful. A profound write on lost love and the cherished memories. The wait and the hope never leaves us. The expectation of the door opening some day will always be there. Written with beauty n perfection.10
Beautifully written with great depth of emotions of having loved and lost with inspired lines that shine like that twinkling star far! This is one of my favourites!
In her dark hours, she sees a star twinkling far! The teinkling star of hope keeps us alive. We all live in our hopes and dreams. Valsa George has so nicely penned this poem that reader becomes a character of this poem. Great poem,
love won and lost, lost at great cost pain lingers on life is all forlorn Thanks Valsa
Hope everything turns out well with this unfortunate one perched eternally by a window. Prayers. A poignant write - the Valsa George specialty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 12:53:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderfully written poem, Valsa. I think that many men have the same thoughts at times.