Valsa George Poems

Everything is fastened to everything else
Nothing or no one has a solitary existence
Each one is a link in the braided cord,
Connecting and strengthening the chain.
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In my yard stands a tree
tall and sturdy
lone like a hermit,
regal like an empress
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Poem Hunter to me is just like a joint family
How by a common bond, here we are strung together
Though sailing in different currents, anchored in remote ports
Distance among us has never been a hitch or a tether
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The thoughts of death stubbornly cling to me
As icicles hanging from the trees
Sending chills up through every neuron
I hear their empty rattle in my head
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Far, over the monstrous gray summits
As dusking shadows crept stealthily on,
When night had turned more stygian
And glow worms had begun throwing flickers of light
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You delicate darling
miracle of grace
dancing damsel
arresting all the eyes
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Oh Dad, on this fine morn, let us go for a walk
On the way you can meet your friends and talk
The road is quiet and the meadows wide
All you need is to keep your gloom aside
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On the bank of a rushing brook
I sat for hours watching its course.
Peered into the clear gurgling mass
That cascaded down from a mountainous source
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I am a rain drop flopped down from the clouds
I could have landed in a river or the sea
Then merging with the rising and receding tides
I would have been washed down into oblivion
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Time is the cosmic beat
The length of life’s yarn
It is the harbinger of change
That leaves rude etchings on the face
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