Alone in the Crowd, my head is bowed
as I sing A Song of Hope
To My Anonymous Lover.
Whom can I trust to turn Dust unto Dust?
At times such as this, Where Lies True Bliss?
As I drink A Cup of Tea I think of
What I Wish to Be:
A Rag Picker On the Sea Shore
during A Sudden Downpour,
A Soulful Plea, A Space Odyssey,
When Poetry Haunted Me.
A Mysterious Voice, A Pair of Eyes,
A Slice of Paradise.
Valsa George! Of course! A great poetess, and sorely missed now that she is posting elsewhere.
p2I used to read Valsa George, like many poets now gone from this site, who used to post here. I had looked her up several times, sadly noting her last poem posted November 2,2020 if I remember correctly?
p1I love a mystery, you have exactly the correct number of letters inverted to spell the name of the poetess Valsa George.
I put a lot of her poems into my favorites. I could vividly remember one of them is My Anonymous Lover. I hope one day she will log in to Poem Hunter.
What a brilliant poem, Kim! So cleverly crafted. I know her so well, the popular and wonderful Poetess, Valsa George. She is dearly missed by a lot of Poets on this site.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know who this is (yet) but I love the poem composed of his/her poem titles!