Ominous Silence Poem by Valsa George

Fantastic poem, Valsa, I love the calm before the storm! It's stillness is intense, it touches the soul directly. Even violence cannot disturb nature's serenity or be tamed by it. It even outlasts the terror of man's gun fire. Very great imagery, Valsa, my mind can see vividly, all that you have described in your poem. Thank you, RoseAnn

Amazing! Absolutely loved it! The more we try to tame nature the more we realize its complexity and how difficult and almost impossible that task is! Lovely written!

very nicely written poem. explains the irony which life has. i appreciate this wonderful piece.

Ah... the lull before the storm! nicely rhymed, well balanced and well worded. the poem builds to a palpable crescendo and then the short sharp catharsis. masterly build up of tension, like a trigger on hair hold. People from the subcontinent know it all too well.... it is the monsoon season known for its many theatrics and dramatics lovely write. bravo

Before a raging storm there's an ominous silence, be it natural or facing life's storms. Unsettling peace in that silence. Discerning. Great write.

A great imagination, a valuable message, a lovely write from Valsa the great.

Your message reached to your readers, the helpless readers, but the leaders don't care, the selfish and heartless leaders.

It is a beautiful expression of feelings against the unjust activities going on in the world and the war zone are that I understands and concerns expressed are great.

Reading this poem I truly can feel an ominous silence all around me hinting a virulent storm. The way all unjust are occurring all round the earth, that ensures a menacing storm. I can hear an alerting bell through this lovely poem's voice.

I wasn't prepared for the full force of this poem. It is very powerful and moves with inexorable intensity. I had just read your FAIRIES poem, and I think there was fairy magic occluded my vision. I didn't realize that farewell to childhood beliefs had actually revived them in me on an unconscious level. And I quoted Ingeborg Bachmann's poem there. It actually belongs on this page. Your eloquent words are having surprising effects tonight!