God's Kind Of Poetry Poem by Valsa George

God's Kind Of Poetry

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‘Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt
and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen'

- Leonardo da Vinci

From my window I lazily watch
The phenomenal transition from dusk to night
Evening's brilliance blanching into twilight haze
And the reddened sky, sallow as a sick patient
Darkness like downy feathers descending down
Wrapping the Earth in a gray woolen mantle
Light and darkness embracing in breathless kiss
Like shocking colors blended on a wide canvas!

If painting is poetry, seen than felt
What is this other than God's kind of Poetry?
With grandeur and beauty melded in rhyme
Poetry is painting, felt than seen

The night is now mysterious and enigmatic
Putting the weary Nature into indolent repose

Before my eyes stretch a vast plane
Whose boundaries have dimmed beyond all trace
Here and there, some monstrous shapes peek out
I see the dark silhouettes of trees supine
Brooding, sage like, in the thickening gloom
I watch the wide panorama lying still
And the clear star spangled sky above

The moon has begun her stately round
In flashing dress, she swaggers past the clouds
As if patrolling to guard the sleeping Earth
She has taken the place of the ousted king of the day
And countless stars are with her as entourage!
She comes down even to the fringy margin of the sky
To dole out blessings to all below her domain

All those who watch the beauty of a clear night sky
What else do they see other than God's kind of poetry

A calming breeze caresses my face and ruffles my hair
Though darkness envelops all around me
I hear the whispered promise of a day that shall soon unfold
As I hear this rhythm of Nature falling in my ears
In every beat, I hear God's kind of poetry recited


Looking at this night, God's art work of sheer beauty
I feel heaven has descended down to Earth
Never is a moment more glorious than this
As darkness has accentuated the heavenly lights!

I stand enraptured and stunningly awestruck
Turning every page of this wide note pad
Where God has scripted His consummate poetry
In wonderful images and such exquisite rhythm

Sunday, September 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: god
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I too am making a humble entry for the poetry contest announced by Mr. Brian! You'll find nothing humorous or informative as the other entries. Still I believe it has a beauty of its own! I cannot conceive of God's poetry in any other way! Please read and evaluate!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Sebastian 29 September 2014

Hi Valsa, Enthralling! ! My heart burst into joy reading this poem! You have a great beginning quoting Leonardo Da Vinci; the fifth stanza is my favourite; and your concluding stanza was very appropriate and fitting. Great write with an artistic flair!

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Kee Thampi 29 September 2014

With grandeur and beauty melded in rhyme Poetry is painting, felt than seen Looking at this night, God's art work of sheer beauty I feel heaven has descended down to Earth I wish to see.... A calming breeze caresses my face and ruffles my hair Though darkness envelops all around me lovely nature and and like a rose bush of gaze

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 29 September 2014

no wonder humanity is Nature embodied and draws inspiration from her creations to craft his own creativity.

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Dinesan Madathil 01 October 2014

An attempt to write God`s kind of poetry in total agreement with the positive projections of the earth, the sea and the sky is to be lauded as your firm theistic mindset has ever and ever made deliberations on the same lines. But madam Valsa, I always believe the poetry of God could have been far better if not flawless if He were there. If I were to say He is very much there my comment would be - God`s last stanza, I am afraid is yet to be written and its probable impact will be dissimilar to the opening stanzas as God sparingly cares for the sustainability of thematic brilliance or at least is not caring for the readers` comments.. Fine thoughts and a staunch belief in God have once more worked wonders here and you have come out with a good poem!

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Mark Heathcote 03 October 2014

Lovely poem flows very well from start to finish I like it a lot. Thanks for sharing it.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 09 June 2020

The phenomenal transition from dusk to night is beautifully watches from the window and the natural beauty chosen by God is realized. Every perception makes us great and we feel the poetic mind. Your humble entry into poetry values a more. This poem is very nice definitely.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 16 December 2018

I stand enraptured and stunningly awestruck Turning every page of this wide note pad Where God has scripted His consummate poetry In wonderful images and such exquisite rhythm.. .. I ove these lines. A beautifully penned poem has been shared amazingly.

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Geetha Jayakumar 12 October 2014

Beautiful poem Valsa. I loved the imagery you used in this poem. Loved reading it.

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Bri Edwards 04 October 2014

valsa, i just pasted my Challenge page comment to this page; it should be here shortly. let me know if it does not arrive. :) bri

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Bri Edwards 04 October 2014

Valsa, here is the comment i left on Brian Johnston's site where you and i, and five other 'poets', are in a life or death competition. this poem of yours was written in response to brian J's September Challenge title. my comment (i haven't voted yet) : I may never view a sunset quite the same anymore! “sallow”………like a sick patient? yuck! but I guess it may fit……..’yellow or pale brown’. I’m looking across the valley now; yes, dull brown/(ochre) over the mountain tops! and FOUR “d” words in line 5 of stanza 1. I like it. [VALSA, I’ve sent you a private message about you-know-what.][oops! my mistake] I know you meant “plain” when you typed “plane”. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - when I read “star spangled sky”, I immediately thought of my “beloved “ u.s. flag aka ‘the star spangled banner’, immortalized In an American Revolutionary song, The Star-spangled Banner. OOPS! now I’VE made another mistake. that song commemorated a victory over the vile British, BUT it was during the War of 1812, which came about 30 years after we booted the British out of “America” during the Revolution; they came back for another beating. in case any readers has never seen the u.s. flag, it does have a ‘field of stars’, one for each of our states, in the upper left hand corner………….depending on which way you hold the flag of course. I just KNOW that the flag-makers in China are hoping we add a state so more flags will be ordered, as the numbers of stars will change again, as it last did for the additions of Alaska and Hawaii.? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I “love” stanza 5, especially the lines: “The moon has begun her stately round In flashing dress, she swaggers past the clouds” I see you have referred to the Moon as “she”, as I sometimes refer to God as She. I think I’ve always thought of the moon as a he. I’ll have to get my telescope out and take a better look. oops (again) ! you are correct, and she is wearing a sari! especially in the latter half of the poem, Valsa has stuck close to the “assignment” of “God’s Kind Of Poetry”. I think I will have to disagree some with Leonardo’s thoughts on Poetry and Painting. I think each has some relationship to the other, at least for some people, but I think Painting is painting and Poetry is poetry. Besides the fact that Valsa uses so many big words (she must be an English professor) , I do like this. sometimes I, or my wife and I, step out onto our deck and gaze up at the stars at night. now I suppose I’ll always be looking into the corner of the deck, expecting to see Valsa step out to join us. welcome, Valsa. thanks for sharing. bri

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