Valsa George


The Wait - Poem by Valsa George

The sun has long receded out from the sky,
Pallid gloom invades the wintry air,
Morbid silence hangs over,
Memory sleeps like hibernating toads.

The trees are bare with no leaves to array,
The Earth lies shielded in its icy crust,
There is stillness, the stillness of the grave,
Breaking it, a fox is heard howling afar.

Solitary lies he, in his battered shack,
With a run out lantern throwing pale light,
It burns sending spouts of fume,
Like the last breath of the dying soul.

He listens intent for advancing steps,
Of a long awaited friend, sure to come,
To deliver him of his baneful state,
To row him away across the frozen seas.


Comments about The Wait by Valsa George

  • Hazel Durham (1/18/2018 3:10:00 PM)


    We are all waiting at times for someone to rescue us from ourselves and the situation we find ourselves in, a very atmospheric and brilliant write that gives the readers more questions than answers! (Report) Reply

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  • Bri Edwards (9/3/2017 12:35:00 AM)


    going into September 2017's showcase (Part A) now.

    Thanks.

    bri :)
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  • Bri Edwards (8/30/2017 5:13:00 PM)


    p.s. the link (seen by me at the top of this PC screen) is:

    www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wait-34/

    i believe the 34 indicates that there are 33 others poems on PH with the same or very similar titles.
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  • Bri Edwards (8/30/2017 5:11:00 PM)


    i just read the poem and my 2016 comment. i think i may have thought the one in the shack was a fox? not a human? why would i have said what i did say last year otherwise. maybe i was 'high' on something a year ago? ? !

    frozen seas? i guess this must symbolize something. death? the space between Earth and Heaven? ? ? i'm sure to need more than one friend if I'M ever to reach Heaven! ! !

    is someone dying in the shack?

    the plan for me now is to take this offering from Valsa and (within a day or two) place it into my/our September 2017 (Part A) showcase, found in my list of poems on my PH site.

    and, what the heck, into MyPoemList as well.

    thanks.

    bri :)

    favorite lines:

    There is stillness, the stillness of the grave,
    Breaking it, a fox is heard howling afar.

    and

    He listens intent for advancing steps,
    Of a long awaited friend, sure to come,
    To deliver him of his baneful state,
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  • Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (10/12/2016 10:46:00 PM)


    Solitary lies he, in his battered shack,
    With a run out lantern throwing pale light,
    It burns sending spouts of fume,
    Like the last breath of the dying soul.
    New images. Very good description of moments of waiting situation.
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  • Bri Edwards (5/18/2016 3:20:00 PM)


    A mystery indeed! A fox. Who would be the friend? Not a chicken? !

    Entertaining.

    Bri :)
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/4/2016 9:17:00 AM)


    Advancing steps with the muse of hope. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (8/3/2015 1:53:00 AM)


    A lovely descriptive write.......................... (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (8/3/2015 1:43:00 AM)


    It's a wonderful write....................................... (Report) Reply

  • (11/29/2012 3:58:00 AM)


    A great expectation. Good write.Congrats... (Report) Reply

  • (9/6/2012 6:39:00 AM)


    Sharp images. Clear-cut message. I could place myself at the very setting. Good job Valsa. (Report) Reply

  • (5/12/2012 10:47:00 AM)


    A fantastic poem, like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012



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