Twilight Broodings Poem by Valsa George
Twilight Broodings
Sitting alone on the river bank
In the fast fading amber light
My eyes glanced across the flowing river
To the other side, on my right
Neon bulbs have begun flickering here n' there
On the far fringes of the sprawling city,
As fire flies clustering in dozens
Making the night look so pretty
With what vigor and gripping zest
The city has woken up, never to rest
And hordes of people, unmindful of any
Move briskly along the crowded street
Where do this stirring throng advance
When there descends the long pawed night
It leaves one to wonder, if it's man's lot
To be ever in motion without halt
I watched the turbid mass of current
Of the river bearing an agitated frown
How it moves to its convergence with the sea
Hundreds of miles away, still slugging down
With a resonant whistle and a ‘chug' ‘chug' sound
I heard the train trundling away
Reminding me of endless days and nights
Fleeting past in inscrutable dismay
Just then I chanced to think of Time and River
The twin forces making a unique pair
Unable to get back from whence they came
Rushing forward anon and ever
All around, I see life on wheels
Racing down in frantic hurry
Without knowing what awaits
At the other end, after all such scurry
Wow wow! Ars poetica! Attractive title n marvelous musing poem! Admire yor night imagery. My votes accept.
a well written poem with a poetic touch transit into converging '' I see life on wheels.....
I wonder how your twilight broodings is like a reflection of my own thoughts! But the manner in which you have penned the poem and the wonderful comparison of time and the river as the twin forces making a unique pair unable to get back from whence they came is really profound. Thanks and best wishes. Chandra Thiagarajan
The muse of life and the ways of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Movement Life in other words is love, and love is a movement. Movement of restless molecules, increasing temperature, sometimes suitable for a life to love, sometimes unsuitable. Sometimes its absolute zero, creating a cold black hole of nothingness, and sometimes it’s infinite, creating once again a nothingness of destruction to be followed by a gradual cooling slowing molecules to a movement that suits to love that suits to life. Movement I see, in orbbiting of electrons round the nucleus, like that of planets round the sun, like that of moons, round a planet, like that of a lover, round his beloved, like that of a believer, orbiting round a belief in God, there may not be a God, but at least there is an ancient nature, this angular rotation, increases temperature of hope, hpe keeps us alive, that’s how man lives. Without any such movement it’s too cold and icy like death. . (I started writing a comment on your poem, I don't know if it became a poem or remained just a comment. Whatever it may be but it's magic of your lovely poem)
So glad my poem has inspired you to write a wonderful poem on movement, love and life...... Through your imaginative gift, my poems get a lift! Thank you Akhtar ji!
Just then I chanced to think of Time and The twin forces making a pair Unable to get back from whence they came Rushing forward anon and for ever- - -so beautiful thoughts expressed in this marvelous poem!
Very nice to read with a start a middle story and a clever end, that's what makes a great poem...regards
Thank you. You have made me experience, viscerally, and lucidly, a full environment which is absolutely foreign to me. It's like I'm there with you. much deeper than a mere video.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 8:50:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Rich with thought, and very entertaining. Enjoyed very much.