Valsa George

When Poetry Haunted Me - Poem by Valsa George

Sudden was the descent of poetry on me
I tottered under its weight
My body heated up like the sun
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Comments about When Poetry Haunted Me by Valsa George

  • (4/5/2017 12:14:00 AM)

    Valsa, I found this poem to be fascinating and riveting. You had me on the edge of my seat. I saw the writer astral travelling to a realm where poets dwelled. For me, it was like a modern day version of William Blake. He's one of my favourites. And now, so are you. Great work of art! (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/28/2016 1:20:00 AM)

    On me
    A poetic heart! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (2/19/2015 5:01:00 AM)

    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
    the heavens
    and open,
    palpitating plantations,
    shadow perforated,
    with arrows, fire and flowers,
    the winding night, the universe.

    Valsa George:

    I reeled round and round
    Flew up and up
    Meteors flashed past
    Stars blinked
    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

    Great! You go with a 10.
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    Valsa George (2/20/2015 3:21:00 AM)

    Thank you Rajendran ji for this wonderful comment! I feel humbled!

  • (1/12/2015 7:20:00 AM)

    An amazing poem.................10 (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (8/4/2014 11:58:00 AM)

    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.
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  • Akhtar Jawad (8/4/2014 12:14:00 AM)

    Valsa went to hunt a poem but the hunter became hunted. The hunted Valsa did not fell on the ground, she climbed the heights whereat she could touch the poetic beauty of blue skies. (Report) Reply

  • (7/31/2014 12:32:00 PM)

    Such a fantastic piece how come I had beautifully crafted........I am speechless......
    a sure 10
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  • Charles Monroe (10/29/2013 1:44:00 PM)

    '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


    #65 Charles Monroe

    Novus Ordo Seclorum
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  • Bri Edwards (10/27/2013 3:24:00 PM)

    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
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  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (10/21/2013 8:35:00 AM)

    Like a million lanterns lit
    In that blinding brilliance
    Poets around so brilliant. Beautiful poem.
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  • Dinesh Nair (10/20/2013 9:38:00 AM)

    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.
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  • Jasbir Chatterjee (10/19/2013 10:59:00 AM)

    Poetry, like all things mortal, must follow the laws of gravity... (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (10/13/2013 4:25:00 AM)

    i hv already done on 26.9.13 (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (9/26/2013 10:29:00 PM)

    Softness of heart of a poet is beautifully portrayed here. Excellent Write. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (5/2/2013 8:46:00 AM)

    A studded piece of poetry and an experience of an intuitive natural, which can never be experienced by practitioners of poetry! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (5/1/2013 12:50:00 PM)

    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
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  • Doug Bentley (4/23/2013 2:03:00 AM)

    You soared, but you did not crash and burn. you are daedalus, not icarus. (Report) Reply

  • Jahan Zeb (1/13/2013 9:52:00 AM)

    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
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  • (11/5/2012 8:21:00 AM)

    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.......
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  • Anita Sehgal (9/28/2012 6:10:00 AM)

    you are right.. thats exactly how i feel... well expressed.. a pleasure to read you poems.. thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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