Valsa George


In the Paling Light


Behind me, I hear
The receding roar of years
It sends chills down my spine
Beads of sweat pop up on my brow
What did I do all these years?
Did I sleep through half my life
Hibernating in my burrow
Did I keep the promises vouched?
Live up to the resolutions made?
Could I light a fire in gloom?
Did I wipe a tear?
Could I bring a smile to anyone dear?

For me, no more springing steps
But a fast withering torso
So awkward and unsure,
I look on to the track ahead
As the race winds down
And the final turn in sight

Once my life has been a round of cheer
But no more can I cling onto those days so dear
‘Much have I seen and known’
Yet how little!
To what all places I have been!
How much joy and pain shared!
How many dreams I dreamt!
Now in this paling light, I stay
Brooding over joys missed
Conjuring unfulfilled longings
Coiling back all the way to the start

I am an autumn leaf
Now turned red,
And about to shed.
As the world goes wheeling through
Somehow I am pushing through
Waiting for that tightening grip
Of an unknown caller’s powerful fist!
How am I going to respond to it?
With regret or delight
I am not sure

Do the journey that lies ahead
Take me to a sunlit abode
Oh, don’t ask me
I am not quite sure!

Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

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  • Amitava Sur (11/21/2013 2:22:00 PM)

    A beautiful penning about the complexity of a human life mingled between fear - joy, openness - meanness. confidence - doubts etc, Perhaps this itself is life.... always in a dilemma. (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (7/25/2013 8:49:00 AM)

    Sometimes our fears are similar and sometimes quite different, but it's always comforting to know that others are also questioning their own lives and values. Fascinating poem. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (7/22/2013 9:15:00 AM)

    when we have done our best no more is expected. but we must look to te future with hop. nice write (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (7/20/2013 5:46:00 AM)

    A poem filled with longing. When we’ve done our absolute best, then our hearts can confidently look up with assurance—especially in the paling of light. An absolutely wonderful rendering of verse. (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan (7/20/2013 4:16:00 AM)

    'Do the journey that lies ahead
    Take me to a sunlit abode
    Oh, don’t ask me
    I am not quite sure! '
    So true...dear poet, these ripened thoughts are a testimony to the enlightenment that you achieved through age, so successfully you've gone through a self-appraisal process. I love the tinge of optimism and sweet submission in your poems. Kudos Valsa ma'am. (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (7/18/2013 9:42:00 AM)

    Yes times were so fine, but yet there is a lingering sadness at challenges passed by, regrets of not having lived even better! A beautiful write seeking answers as the last furlong is in sight! (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (7/18/2013 9:29:00 AM)

    Where there is life there is always hope. We can't change the past but we
    can look towards the future with hope. While there are still some breaths to
    take let us make good use of it. Yes the Autumn leaves will turn read and shed
    but the tree will blossom again in its stead. A lovely write again! (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (7/18/2013 5:45:00 AM)

    The journey within is like a diver's dive into the pearly sea, when he comes up he is never empty-handed, rather his hands are full of pearls oysters! (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (7/18/2013 5:32:00 AM)

    Essences of Elliots's Prufrock in this, regrets and apprehension of loss and opportunities lost and futures still uncertain to come in regret as status quo. (Report) Reply

  • Kavya . (7/18/2013 4:32:00 AM)

    nicely penned recalling the past days, where we reach a stage wondering have v done anything worth fruitful in all these days...........this thought itself is an opportunity to regain the lost opportunity before the final call comes! a gud write Mam (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (7/17/2013 2:45:00 PM)

    One cannot keep thinking of the past of wasted time, missed opportunities, all things unsaid and so on. The paling light invites one to revisit these very things. Time to recoup and march on. Journey will end anyway. Nice poem reminiscing the bygone days. (Report) Reply

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (7/17/2013 12:17:00 PM)

    Your thoughts are luculent and splendorous and one is carried away by them! I especially liked the lines- I am an autumn leaf / Now turned red / And about to shed- - the last para ' is the high light of the poem, Valsa!
    Enjoyed! (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (7/17/2013 11:47:00 AM)

    I agree with Thomas below. Life is never over until God calls you so we have to live it as best we can and bring benefit to others that will give us joy. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/17/2013 9:18:00 AM)

    Dear Thomas,
    Thanks for your words of assurance! Your comment is a poem in itself which I enjoyed much! (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (7/17/2013 6:34:00 AM)

    Just do your purpose for living
    not worry of the evermore
    After all it will just be the opening
    Of another door
    Think of all who precede ypu
    They prepare a place for you
    then you can resume your tasks
    Go about doing all you do
    There your pencil point never breaks
    Your pen will never run dry
    All you lines to every poem
    Shine brightly, (in the Paling Light) of sky (Report) Reply

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