Treasure Island

Valsa George


My Wanderlust


At times I wander far….
Far away from all human habitats
Away from all prying eyes
Following the bent
Of my vagrant inclination;
Into Nature’s sylvan pockets
To places studded with trees
To the tranquil bosom of the woods
Or
Onto the heights of bald headed hills
Where shrubs struggle to strike root
From the cleft of rocks and ledges
Where in hollows, wild bushes grow in clusters

To watch the shreds of hovering mist
To gaze upon piles of sailing clouds
To shout loud and whistle long
And to listen to the hills
Mimicking my own sound

There I will hop and jump,
Like a sprightly forest fawn,
As I don’t fear
Either the silently gliding streams,
Or the clump of swaying trees,
The host of wild flowers,
Or the monstrous mossy rocks,
Either the birds or the beasts

Never will they watch my cranky pranks
And call me a loony
As here my own men might do!

Submitted: Friday, September 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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  • Ken E Hall (9/26/2013 7:04:00 AM)

    I want to go to that place of still nature, you paint a beautiful place to be alone and recharge, very nice to read thanks for that...beautiful...regards (Report) Reply

  • Faeo Lyre Clive (9/22/2013 12:12:00 AM)

    Mmm! Ever phenomenal. It's a distinction. Your brevity and purified imageries entertain my soul. An honour still, to read. Run long, Milady. (Report) Reply

  • Anthony Di''anno (9/18/2013 8:53:00 AM)

    Ah lovely Valsa,
    jump about,
    build a raft,
    run and shout,
    behave quite daft,
    who could say you are a loony,
    apart from those with hearts quite puny :) (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (9/17/2013 9:11:00 AM)

    My Wanderlust by Valsa George here poetess is worried about the world when she is alone on the lap of nature without any fear 'cos they the forest and its habitat will not harm concluding lines' Never will they watch my cranky pranks And call me a loony As here my own men might do! beautiful thank Valsa (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (9/16/2013 6:24:00 PM)

    Free to let the soul fly
    across the fields and forest
    And mountains in the sky
    A shout for joy to evermore
    To breathe , believe
    Before no more. (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (9/16/2013 7:49:00 AM)

    Escape and dance and in natures court be a carefree girl and you may live forever more. (Report) Reply

  • Neethu Prasanna (9/15/2013 1:27:00 AM)

    Hi Valsa,

    I am taking this poem as an article for my own learning. This is what I use to say a poem which has rhythm in it. its very difficult to attempt like this as most of them end in failures and homicide of poetry itself. This is one of that kind which has succeeded in it. I respect you! | Delete this message (Report) Reply

  • Neethu Prasanna (9/15/2013 1:26:00 AM)

    Hi Valsa,

    I am taking this poem as an article for my own learning. This is what I use to say a poem which has rhythm in it. its very difficult to attempt like this as most of them end in failures and homicide of poetry itself. This is one of that kind. I respect you! (Report) Reply

  • Tribhawan Kaul (9/15/2013 12:11:00 AM)

    It helps a lot to wander around aimlessly to get de-stressed by simply watching the wonderful creations of HIS art. A beautiful poem to read. (Report) Reply

  • Kanniappan Kanniappan (9/14/2013 11:33:00 PM)

    Wandering away from all prying eyes enjoying the nature, hills, falls, treees, flowers and little animals is really a wonderful experience. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (9/14/2013 5:42:00 PM)

    sometimes we all need to wanderlust. It is good for the soul to escape reality. love the write (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (9/14/2013 10:22:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem Valsa, I do agree with what Dinesh Sir had said..We cannot escape, but we have to face it..
    In one way or the other way all are facing it. Again how one face it, really matters..This beautiful voyage, you have presented in unique way, I liked it.. (Report) Reply

  • Nasarudheen Parameswaran (9/14/2013 10:13:00 AM)

    A very fine narration of journey of fancy and realization of reality. It dashes along the hills and valleys like the clouds of William Wordsworth.So romantic. (Report) Reply

  • Tajudeen Shah (9/14/2013 3:20:00 AM)

    Wish you a wonderful voyage
    To the innocent interiors of nature,
    Where you would only be haunted
    By the inseparable thoughts;
    The Homo Sapiens' Curse
    That has caused him shoulder
    The worst of blames since ages,
    Though souls turned scapegoats (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (9/13/2013 11:59:00 AM)

    Your poem reminds me of the lines from Tennyson
    I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
    Life to the lees...
    But do all places to visit have to be lonely where you only hear echo of your own voice. One may be able to achieve this by closing eyes in a closed room with no one around and delve into a moment of imagination. But all the nature's features in your poem are beautiful and attractive. Thank you for a lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (9/13/2013 9:03:00 AM)

    There is no escape that cannot reward us and what you call your escape in fact has transported you to a higher world. Madam Valsa, this poem is therefore optimistic. (Report) Reply

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