Apparitions Comments

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.

A fantastic poem Valsa. Very true said, past haunt us and invade the present. Loved reading it.

Truly speaking, we are posting thousand o f poems in this site. Most of them are written with full devotion, emotion, expression, rhythm, wearing them with so many unknown words some times we dont get in dictionary even but very few of them can be categorized for perfect poetry. Rest are either free verse or prose verse.Once a gentleman asked me, Do you know the best poem? I pretended. He told, the best poem is, Twinkle twinkle little star....... Later on i could know that it was written based on regional literature of somewhere (forgetting the name) , In fact these regional literature or songs are in true sense perfect in my opinion where soulful expressions are depicted. still now in north india ' sohar' or thumri are being sung by illiterate women similarly chaita vaishaklhi etc by men. These literature are created by the true poets and 100% they can be designated as Poetry sprouted from the soil. These literature can be found everywhere on each part of the earth even amongst the tribal of India Africa and America.Even if you can not understand the language but those are most soothing and will please your ears. Sorry i m deviating from the comment. This poem appears to have been written with full immersion where poet admits some and discards some, . These fragmentation of life leads the poet to the peak up to the climax of life. thank you so much for sharing with us. Regards.

Truly speaking, we are posting thousand o f poems in this site. Most of them are written with full devotion, emotion, expression, rhythm, wearing them with so many unknown words some times we dont get in dictionary even but very few of them can be categorized for perfect poetry. Rest are either free verse or prose verse.Once a gentleman asked me, Do you know the best poem? I pretended. He told, the best poem is, Twinkle twinkle little star....... Later on i could know that it was written based on regional literature of somewhere (forgetting the name) , In fact these regional literature or songs are in true sense perfect in my opinion where soulful expressions are depicted. still now in north india ' sohar' or thumri are being sung by illiterate women similarly chaita vaishaklhi etc by men. These literature are created by the true poets and 100% they can be designated as Poetry sprouted from the soil. These literature can be found everywhere on each part of the earth even amongst the tribal of India Africa and America.Even if you can not understand the language but those are most soothing and will please your ears. Sorry i m deviating from the comment. This poem appears to have been written with full immersion where poet admits some and discards some, . These fragmentation of life leads the poet to the peak up to the climax of life. thank you so much for sharing with us. Regards.

poet open the darkest side of mind many hide their woes behind wall of smiles They stir up memories That my heart resents! Like flies around a festering wound

With no enervation to descend on for ever the poet dispels the apparitions hovering over her fears. The poem is the craft work of a certainly in absolute control over the devices. An eerie silence may surround for a while And it may chill even the spirits within....., But the indefatigable mind of the poet has the last laugh! Fine poetry, thy name is Ms Valsa too....

It's a pretty poem. I loved it . Thanks.

Woes keep chasing even from sealed vaults of memories. It needs a gigantic effort to counter them. Nicely captured in the poem. Thank you.

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

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

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 thoughtful. Our past never leaves us. Good or bad it is with us like a ghost. Beautiful write.

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.

Last stanza sounds like Macbeth Quite a Shakesperean poem.. Sad and moving.and great style.