Valsa George


In Vain - Poem by Valsa George

With no cover ups, let me be frank
At times my mind goes utterly blank
When I sit down to write a poem
From topic to topic, my mind does roam
But nothing comes to spark off a rhyme
Often I feel the words do not chime
Today as I sat down to write something
I ended up conjuring nothing

No thoughts came to stir up my brain
And no topic I found save my strain
But I wasn’t ready to willfully give up
And waited impatient for my mind to clear up
I thought I shall settle with ‘Compassion’
But alas, it was charged with no passion

The urge to write had grown into a fad
And I felt I was growing altogether mad
Plagued by a fiery fancy to express
And a tormenting desire unable to suppress
With a mental state somewhat fierce
I climbed up and down the stairs

I stood upside down and raked my head
So that a little poem, into it would be fed
Feeling dizzy, I stood suddenly upright
But on my head hung a heavy weight
I poured some water over my head
But knew my fever hadn’t fled
Madly pacing across the room
I tripped and fell down on a broom
Rising, I screamed with all my might
Making the household ring in fright
‘What the hell is it? ’ I did shout
And wriggled in pain as from gout
In mad frenzy, I ran round the house
No one knew the reason for my fuss
Soon it dawned on me that I needed some rest
For I was far more than stressed
So I sat down and closed my eyes
Thinking, attempting to squeeze out a poem is unwise

I don’t know how long I sat in meditation
On waking up I got a fresh direction
From the grip of an entangling rigour
I restored my sanity and vigour

The sun had gone out of sight
And the moon was beautiful and bright
It was already growing late
And I put off my futile fight


Comments about In Vain by Valsa George

  • Gold Star - 12,394 Points Bri Edwards (2/23/2015 10:02:00 PM)

    No thoughts came to stir up my brain
    And no topic I found save my strain
    But I wasn’t ready to willfully give up
    And waited impatient for my mind to clear up .... may favorite lines so far, during second reading.
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    Madly pacing across the room
    I tripped and fell down on a broom ............Valsa, didn't it occur to you that THIS was a sign from on high that you were meant to write a poem about a BROOM! ! ! ? ?
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    Soon it dawned on me that I needed some rest
    For I was far more than stressed
    So I sat down and closed my eyes
    Thinking, attempting to squeeze out a poem is unwise

    these lines have great rhymes AND are wise. :)
    - - - - - - - - - - - - -

    well, valsa, you have taken up the challenge to be funny like i am, and you did not fail COMPLETELY! i liked that you used the word hell as you did. i didn't know you had hell in you!

    in time this poem WILL/SHALL get into my A Showcase For PH Poets showcase on my site, with your permission (already granted by you) . i'm tight for time to do it tonight. please FORGIVE ME! bri ;) (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 13,216 Points Amitava Sur (4/8/2014 10:14:00 PM)

    Thank God that at last you became quiet.
    Otherwise had it been ended so wild,
    Then Valsa-
    I'd have been hanging my paper and pen outright.
    And telling -
    Good bye PH
    No more madness, no more wild
    For want of a rhythmic write....................... Ha Ha...... very much enjoyed (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,308 Points Patricia Grantham (3/27/2014 1:44:00 PM)

    No pain no gain. Some days are filled with so much expressions
    all we have to do is just reach out and grasp a few. Just like a field
    of flowers so many beautiful ones but can't pick them all. Very good
    tale. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,939 Points Dave Walker (3/25/2014 3:20:00 PM)

    Like it, I have plenty in my head until I pick a pen up, then it all seems to disappear.
    But in the end I manage to get something out.
    The blank days can be a pain. A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,762 Points Md Asadullah (3/20/2014 11:25:00 PM)

    Out of nothing you wrote something, although the title is 'in vain', but your attempt is productive and it went through gate of success, infact I loved this one :) (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,148 Points Kee Thampi (3/19/2014 11:43:00 PM)

    when we write it late..........
    The sun had gone out of sight
    And the moon was beautiful and bright
    It was already growing late (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,897 Points Savita Tyagi (3/18/2014 7:18:00 PM)

    What a wonderful poem. All writers face this blank mind. But with the pen of a skillful poet even this frustration flows into a lovely write. Enjoyed it throughly since this is how I feel now a days. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 23,446 Points * Sunprincess * (3/17/2014 8:28:00 AM)

    .....hope you are ok, after the incident with the broom...I will be checking back later to see if you wrote the special poem....enjoyed this one much... (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,112 Points Diane Hine (3/17/2014 6:19:00 AM)

    Ha! - there are far worse addictions than writing poetry. An entertaining poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 16,849 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (3/17/2014 4:07:00 AM)

    And out of clumsiness, out of blankness, out of nothing as if out of blue this verse emerges as the best.....Valsa....
    every piece a masterpiece......so no efforts tied with strife and strain will go in vain......A super 10 (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,819 Points Khairul Ahsan (3/16/2014 1:15:00 PM)

    I think every poet faces this situation at some point or other in his/her life.
    'Plagued by a fiery fancy to express
    And a tormenting desire unable to suppress
    With a mental state somewhat fierce
    I climbed up and down the stairs' - Yes, it so happens with me too.
    A nice expression of drought that sometimes reigns a poet's mind. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,738 Points Dinesh Nair (3/16/2014 11:14:00 AM)

    A mind that has imaginative flutter will brave against any odds and reverses. Your frustration, your blank mind and your own fever have chimed out this fine verse from you madam. 'In Vain' is obviously a wrong title for such a summative attempt on poetic thoughts. Here is 10 out of 10 for you. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,266 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (3/16/2014 11:10:00 AM)

    a mess a poet very often finds him/her in, the poetic urge and surge often bang on the wall of blankness of any ideas clearly emerging. very pertinent and humorous. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,309 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (3/16/2014 7:30:00 AM)

    I sat down and closed my eyes
    I sat in meditation
    After all the frustration and meditation, what a beautiful rhyming poem you got out of it. It is a wonderful advice for all to follow. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 219 Points Prasanna Kumari (3/16/2014 7:19:00 AM)

    In Vain or otherwise there is poetry in your poems.......this is very funny too.... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,282 Points Nika Mcguin (3/16/2014 7:12:00 AM)

    This is funny lol I smiled my way through it as I was reading. Its something all of us are familiar with eventually. Some days it seems like poems just float off the top of our heads and others its forced and a strain despite how much we want to write. I say though, you definitely made an adventure out of it lol It was fun to read, and made me anxious to know what would happen next! I went through something similar in my poem seeking inspiration. But in my case I took my madness outdoors lol not such a good idea. Anyhow, this is an amazing write - as always! Thanks for posting.

    ~Nika (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 16, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014


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