Treasure Island

Valsa George


Exodus


Trotting over dried up dreams
Familiar terrains swim past view
Again, no looking back!
The unknown stretches far ahead
Behind the hills, muffled cries die down
Leaving soundless echoes in the alley of the ages

Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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  • Amitava Sur (8/10/2014 8:16:00 PM)

    Very nice realization. at one point you have to move forward leaving behind so many past incidents as muffled. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (5/5/2013 10:18:00 AM)

    I sometimes feel I am going round in circles but we must push on going forward in life. A lovely poem (Report) Reply

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (5/1/2013 12:29:00 PM)

    Without looking back and waiting for the future that's really nice- - -muffled cries die down / Leaving soundless echoes in the alley of ages- - -The beauty of the lines are simply enchanting! Wonderful Valsa! (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (4/30/2013 10:43:00 PM)

    Being reminded of an unfavorable past, though I don't know what's ahead, I refuse go back. Very good. (Report) Reply

  • Bobby Wynn (4/26/2013 7:30:00 PM)

    Sounds like you left far behind, nice poem, interesting progression, no lookin back. (Report) Reply

  • Kee Thampi (4/26/2013 9:39:00 AM)

    behind a dried hills and lone poetess cry for it...

    Again, no looking back!
    The unknown stretches far ahead.... (Report) Reply

  • Kee Thampi (4/26/2013 9:39:00 AM)

    behind a dried hills and lone poetess cry for it...

    Again, no looking back!
    The unknown stretches far ahead.... (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (4/26/2013 7:57:00 AM)

    Dried up dream and a one way trip echo lifes rich tapestries. A lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (4/26/2013 7:57:00 AM)

    Dried up dream and a one way trip echo lifes rich tapestries. A lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Kavya . (4/25/2013 1:01:00 AM)

    v rich in words...had to read again to understand the indepth meaning....a very powerful write..... (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (4/25/2013 12:29:00 AM)

    all about life! ! ! ...
    a journey, an ordeal, an odyssey, an exodus...
    simply all about life! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Nader Baheri (4/24/2013 11:49:00 AM)

    no way back for the exodus, the sound fades but the echo remains.short and fabulous~nb (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (4/24/2013 7:27:00 AM)

    A leaving of or migration of some type.
    Over dried up dreams indicates to me one of age.
    The unknown stretches far ahead would be eternity.
    The muffled cries are the mourning wails of left behind living that die down
    and the soundless echoes are the thoughts and memories we leave behind
    connecting living and dead in the alley of the ages. (Report) Reply

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