There is music slumbering in me
Alas, when I try to pour it out
All that comes out is dead silence
As one with a stone for a tongue
My songs are stuck in my throat
And I choke for breath, for air
As if a noose has been held tight
Around my neck, making me gasp
How I wish to sing my songs
Like the merry birds on tree tops
That burst out in eloquence
In the early hours of the morn
Each time when I make an effort
All I experience is dull vacancy!
Can I ever summon from the abyss,
The notes of a melody frozen inside!
Will waves and ripples of joy
Shake my stagnant waters again
Will twinkling fireflies dance
Once more in the unlit night air
Silence will be the source for all the songs. One must only imagine to sing in tune with like birds on the tree tops.
In those moments of silence, I believe, it is the process of extracting the essence, filtering the thoughts and emotions, impressions and imaginations, adjusting to our own nature, which later are going to emerge in the creative process: in poems. Already a poem has emerged: this poem; which could be a continuation of more poems to come. A great poem on the process of creative writing!
A beautiful poem dear mam. Thank you for sharing. Always stay blessed
Each time when I make an effort All I experience is dull vacancy! Can I ever summon from the abyss, The notes of a melody frozen inside! -Excellent poetic expression! My great pleasure reading this beautiful piece of work time and again!
You have with much eloquence wrote Your pen had spoken for your throat And birds will sing if they can read And to your profundity concede Thanks Valsa, A very pleasant read.
Loke, thanks a lot for this lovely comment.... How articulate you’re in your poems and comments Your writings, to all, I shall recommend They exhibit so much verve But don’t get what you deserve Am sure to greater heights, you shall ascend
A splendid poem that expressed the sense of stony silence within. We all experience this feeling when we want to sing our song but no melodies come out just empty silence. Wonderfully done.10
Beautifully expressed. I think every poet n artist can relate to it. There are moments when you feel shut out from everything, from all life n experience nothing but silence. But though u r experiencing silence, the reader can hear the music of your heart. A big 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really enjoyeed your poem Valsa as poems about blocks to creativity resonate so well with me. I always feel a little relieved...I'm not the only one (writing that is...I'm not a good singer) . How frustrating, it is when trying to force creativity Sometimes, for me, a poem can be totally lost in translation when trying to match words to a theme going on inside my head.