Winged Words Poem by Valsa George

Winged Words

Rating: 5.0

Like a creature hibernating in its burrow
Waiting to come out with the first verdure of spring
The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart
Through the long winter awaiting another spring

After staying torpid inside for long
At a time I expected it the least
Timidly came out the first word
As shaky as a calf getting up for the first time

Then another came and word after word in a row
Like pellets of rain on the window pane
I boiled them in the crucibles of my imagination
And finally dipping them in the ocean of my emotions

But rhyme came to set constraints
For the right alignment I struggled
I had to decide on its texture and format
Pondered if it should be a sonnet or an ode

I might have kept the door open for long
Alas! All my words and fancies flew away
Like birds taking on wings into the sky
From a cage where they were imprisoned for long

I stood so helpless with my mouth shut
Staring blankly out into the airy nothing
Like one lost in the doorway of his own threshold
Unable to call back those winged words lost in the void

Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
Now that I have posted my 400th poem, with a sense of contentment and thankfulness, I invite all my friends to read this poem Winged Words and evaluate it, also, if your time allows, a few of my earlier poems that form a kind of series, tracing the curves and bends of my poetic journey… the delight and disappointment, the aspirations and longings, the ecstasy and heart burn I have experienced as a poet…. in fact the experiences of every poet at one time or the other in the course of his poetic career!

They are

Poet, When Poetry Haunted Me, In Vain, Prenatal Pangs, A Song of Defeat, My Problem with Words, The Death of a Poet, Wishing In Vain, As I lose Myself, An Inspired Poet!

I never expected that I could write 400 poems. I am ever thankful to Poem Hunter for providing this forum. Also to all my friends who through comments and corrections encouraged me!
Sochukwu Ivye 01 October 2017

Ow. I know this feeling. Similar thing happens to both writers and painters. Your mastery of words and figures is legendary, dear poetess. Aha, please don't stop already!

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Richard Wlodarski 16 March 2017

Valsa, this has happened to me so many times after dreaming the poem and then losing it upon awakening. Now, I just wake up and write it. And I don't regret it. As always, your poem is eloquently written. It is filled with so many ponderous lines. And the imagery is breathtaking. Always a pure joy reading your poetry. Can't wait to read some of the other ones that you mentioned.

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Valsa George 17 March 2017

It is a common experience shared by most of us! Thank you Richard for your insightful comment and your desire to read more of my poems! Also thanks for the compliment!

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Bharati Nayak 09 September 2020

I have visited this poem so many times! You have expressed so beautifully the struggle of a poet to find right words for expression.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 17 August 2020

Then another came and word after word in a row Like pellets of rain on the window pane I boiled them in the crucibles of my imagination And finally dipping them in the ocean of my emotions.......loved these lines. Much impressive with thrilling expression. Words of a poetry are so wonderfully metaphored with raindrops and ocean of emotion. This fourth hundred poem is so beautiful and heart touching. Full vote.

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Vaibhav Simha 21 April 2020

I can very well relate to this. Despite it missing rhythm, I was enraptured by the creative genius behind very medley of words. The only change I would have made (if I were the composer) is to replace the word " ocean" with " broth" , because I surmise it to be resonant with your perception of words or thoughts as cooking ingredients (as suggested by " I boiled them in the crucibles of my imagination" ;) . I am well content with this piece.

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Valsa George 23 April 2020

Thank you Vaibhav for your appreciation! I do take your suggestion seriously! 'Broth' would have been better in the place of 'ocean'! Thanks a lot for your insight!

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Vaibhav Simha 22 April 2020

Typo: " every medley..."

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Kevin Patrick 12 May 2019

It has been awhile since I read this poem, but it still conveys the truest expression of a writer, reading this (and all your work) has a symmetry of language that is perfectly shaped. Your words are wings of eagles soaring as high and long with the best Valsa. now that you have made it to over 800 I can see you soaring higher. where stars meet the sky.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 04 February 2019

Typo: Please read as 400th poem (I beg your pardon for inadvertent typographical error)

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