The Wait Poem by Valsa George
The Wait
The sun has long receded out from the sky,
Pallid gloom invades the wintry air,
Morbid silence hangs over,
Memory sleeps like hibernating toads.
The trees are bare with no leaves to array,
The Earth lies shielded in its icy crust,
There is stillness, the stillness of the grave,
Breaking it, a fox is heard howling afar.
Solitary lies he, in his battered shack,
With a run out lantern throwing pale light,
It burns sending spouts of fume,
Like the last breath of the dying soul.
He listens intent for advancing steps,
Of a long awaited friend, sure to come,
To deliver him of his baneful state,
To row him away across the frozen seas.
Sharp images. Clear-cut message. I could place myself at the very setting. Good job Valsa.
He listens intent for advancing steps, Of a long awaited friend, sure to come, To deliver him of his baneful state, To row him away across the frozen seas......an impressive concluding. A great philosophical poem is touchingly delineated. Thanks for sharing.
We are all waiting at times for someone to rescue us from ourselves and the situation we find ourselves in, a very atmospheric and brilliant write that gives the readers more questions than answers!
going into September 2017's showcase (Part A) now. Thanks. bri :)
i just read the poem and my 2016 comment. i think i may have thought the one in the shack was a fox? not a human? why would i have said what i did say last year otherwise. maybe i was 'high' on something a year ago? ? ! frozen seas? i guess this must symbolize something. death? the space between Earth and Heaven? ? ? i'm sure to need more than one friend if I'M ever to reach Heaven! ! ! is someone dying in the shack? the plan for me now is to take this offering from Valsa and (within a day or two) place it into my/our September 2017 (Part A) showcase, found in my list of poems on my PH site. and, what the heck, into MyPoemList as well. thanks. bri :) favorite lines: There is stillness, the stillness of the grave, Breaking it, a fox is heard howling afar. and He listens intent for advancing steps, Of a long awaited friend, sure to come, To deliver him of his baneful state,
Solitary lies he, in his battered shack, With a run out lantern throwing pale light, It burns sending spouts of fume, Like the last breath of the dying soul. New images. Very good description of moments of waiting situation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 11:22:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fantastic poem, like it.