Resurrection Poem by Valsa George

Resurrection

Rating: 5.0


A routine annual clean up
at the start of the New Year!
Among
heaps of used up papers
and
broken knick knacks-
the contents of her shelf’s drawer,
lay
a photograph,
old and musty.

Suddenly,
all too suddenly,
from the charred bones
of a died down funeral pyre,
resurrected someone,
with lovelorn eyes!

Bursting the bandage of time,
blood and serum oozed out
and once more
She became
a festering wound! !

Time may put an ache to sleep
But anytime it may wake up and peep!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Danny Draper 22 October 2013

A delightful piece. Relicts that surface and indeed peep out from long forgotten times can be welcomed or abhorred or perhaps shocking.

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Heather Wilkins 22 October 2013

An annual clean up is necessary. your last two lines are great. excellent poetry

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Ibnu Din Assingkiri 22 October 2013

sometimes pains were too great to forget. resurrection it is, in a scary ghostly manner.

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Kavya . 23 October 2013

how true............the process of cleaning also freshens the past memories when we come across an old photograph that touches our heart n stays in our mind for long..........a gud write mam

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 23 October 2013

a wonderful poem with superb imageries, a treat to read.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 16 January 2015

Time brings relief, eases of pain but memory leaves you stand stricken.......Valsa.......very well penned with nice metaphor........amazing piece........10

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Heather Wilkins 21 November 2013

memories good and bad sometimes present themselves. Sorting out each year is a good thing. nice write

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Marvin Brato 31 October 2013

Time heals the wound, only the scar of memories remain!

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Patricia Grantham 30 October 2013

Very nicely written and expressed. Some things may seem to be buried at times but they are really not. Even our thoughts of unpleasant memories are sometimes resurrected. We must ponder on them for a while no matter how unpleasant they may be. Healing comes when we accept it! Very inspiring and touching.

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Dinesan Madathil 28 October 2013

When the heaps of pangs crystalise into pearls of sobs within and when mind is transported into a state of nostalgic bliss such poems occur. A great poem indeed Madam Valsa.

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