Valsa-ji, I can't say I quite understood this poem. From the comments of others, it sounds contextual to some competition where the soaring dreams of aspiring poets had to crash to the ground when the results were announced. Well, I wasn't around at that time. However, I would say your poem is very powerful and truly depicts a a poet's experience a la Neruda in his poem Poetry, which I translated into our native Malayalam and responding to which you invited me read this poem of yours.
I am excerpting Neruda below to contrast him with you:
and suddenly I saw
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
I reeled round and round
Flew up and up
Meteors flashed past
Larger celestial bodies stood still
Strange sounds fleeted past my ears
My heart palpitated,
Like the rumblings of thunder
My eyes glowed like fire balls
This is like a shamanic initiation which makes the individual realize POETRY IS BIG, BIGGER THAN ME. BUT I'LL DO MY PART TO MAKE IT LIVE IN THIS GENERATION AND PASS IT ON TO THE NEXT. So the initiation is both
wonderful and terrifying, both intimate and impersonal. Lots of paradoxes in this Verse World. We poetry lovers are definitely a minority so it's good to hype it, do our part to promote it so more discover and use it.
'Top One-Hundred Poets Club'
Out of Thousands and thousands of Poems online
Mine was number sixty-five.
Poet with a Thousand Kills
But with weak promotion skills.
Poem Hunters lose their way
And, at times, become the prey
All is fair in War and Love
Top One-Hundred Poets Club.
All contestants orchestrated
Or perhaps they're all related
Smiling proud with Pen in Hand
We remain the Underrated.
It will take a thousand Poets
Just to help you stay afloat
But nothing beats the satisfaction
To receive an honest Vote.
Poem Hunts the lamest Ducks
I Searched You a thousand bucks
Poison Ink reigns from above
Top One-hundred Poets Club
hey valsa, you did very well (in the contest) and without my help!) .
i found the following comment below: Writing poetry is entoxicating and you are under it's influence. An ethereal and mystic portrayal of how it grabs you-A great read and reread
if writing poetry were THAT GOOD for me, i wouldn't bother with sleeping or eating! is 'entoxicating' a 'british' spelling?
i actually got the idea (perhaps incorrect?) that you aspired to be a poet, saw the glorious poets/poems surrounding you, and crashed in disappointment at not being able to compete on the same level. i didn't see any other comments like this, though i did not read them all. in fact, valsa, you have 'arrived' at, at least, your own very, very good poetic level! you may have even surpassed ME! congratulations. :) bri
Metal is better shaped in fire and the longer and deeper the former remains in the latter, the more the effect thereof is. A mind haunted by poetry is elevated in one way and the bliss of writing in spite of the short spells of pains makes a poet a demi-god of one kind.
Madam Valsa, your poems throw light on life in its myriad forms as judged by a human being with right perceptions and this poem elevates your poetic identity and what you call a haunting experience is nothing but the mother of all obsessions in fact. Kudos to the poet in you.
Now we have winessed the birth. or rebirth of a true poet and it was an
intoxicating experience. Supurb in imagery and exciting to read and reread-
brilliantly done. Go to the head of the class
I treat to be in the company of such great people. They really care for each other. Most importantly they care for the each other. I have found friends here. friend That I will never forget.
This piece of yours represents us all. thank you for writing such a marvelous piece
read with a pride, prime moments to bless....
Welcome to the clan of poets'!
Around me, I saw multitudes of poets
Young and old, their faces blazing
Like a million lanterns lit
In that blinding brilliance.......