Valsa George Poet Free verse

A Poet In the Making

A diaphanous mist hangs over me
Blurring my thoughts and fancy
Or is it that my Muses have gone into lazy slumber?

Whatever thoughts I have, they come fragmented and scrambled
In no way I can piece them into a string
As I try to nest them together, they wheel away like pigeons

When I struggle for utterance,
Like a child, I lisp at the very first word
Though thoughts strike me like pellets of rain against windowpanes
I fail to broil them in the crucibles of my imagination
I am a miner searching for a nugget of gold
In tons of drilled out mineral ore

In the dead of the night, in frightening stillness
I am awake, with a pen in my hand
A heavy weight pulling me down
Caught in a creative maelstrom, I whirl and whirl
I hope the ink will soon spill over
Scrawling coherent lines and letters

Like an emboldened farmer,
I sow seeds of my thoughts into a land barren,
Not fecund enough and not watered with imagination!

Who can say some of them won’t strike root
Even in the cleft of a rock and struggle bravely into sunshine
Spreading over their sterile birth place
With beauties any eye would love to behold!
   
I wait for that moment...
Yes, I am a poet in the making...!


October.1.2022

~ Placed Seventh~

2022 Marathon mile.23 Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Mark Toney

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W J Clarke January 5, 2023 at 9:46 AM 'Yes, I am a Poet in the Making...' You are a poet - a Poet Laureate. Congratulations on your beautiful win.

Lin Lane January 5, 2023 at 6:35 AM From the diaphanous cliff to the cleft of a rock your lines held my interest. Congratulations, Valsa.

Mark Toney January 4, 2023 at 8:47 PM Valsa, I love how you delightfully describe the physical and mental challenges of "A Poet in the Making." Your metaphors are superb! "Though thoughts strike me like pellets of rain against windowpanes ~ I fail to broil them in the crucibles of my imagination ~ I am a miner searching for a nugget of gold ~ In tons of drilled out mineral ore." A Fav for me. Congratulations on your win on Mile 23 of my 2022 Poetry Marathon Contest. Keep your running shoes on because Mile 24 has already started. Valsa George January 5, 2023 at 5:49 AM Thanks a lot Mark for this recognition and wonderful comment. I feel thrilled and honored. We all owe so much to you for holding this contest in such an organized way. May the New year be one of great blessings for you and your family.

Susan Ashley January 4, 2023 at 6:31 PM Dearest Valsa, you are a divine poetess of enchantment and you never fail to capture my heart's imagination. The rich texture and emotional depth of your imagery and metaphors leave me in awe. Your brilliant poetic gift shines in this exceptional piece! Congratulations for your excellent win in Mark's contest. Warmest wishes, my inspiring friend.. ~Susan

Jennifer Proxenos October 3, 2022 at 9:11 AM You are certainly more than a poet in the making - your talent shows with every curve your poetic line you chooses to turn at. This is a quality you have humbleness within every write you post. So well penned my friend. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. Valsa George October 3, 2022 at 9:22 AM I feel flattered dear Jenny. So nice getting a beautiful comment from you after a long while. Unfortunately, we all are busy and we don't get enough time to read the beautiful poems posted in hundreds everyday. Hope you keep fine ! Love and hugs !

Gershon Wolf October 1, 2022 at 8:09 PM Amazing account of the inner workings of Valsa George's poetic gift... Quite remarkable... As for me, I throw a number of darts at the board, hoping one or two will stick. (Another beer, please...)* ~ Gershon *Actually that was just for effect; I don't drink. Valsa George October 3, 2022 at 9:18 AM All of us throw darts.... one or two will stick. That's more than enough. Enjoyed your analogy and thanks a lot !

Bill Baker October 1, 2022 at 4:48 PM A dear friend and poet you are, Valsa. I enjoyed your creative poem about our process. It's hard to wait when I want to write, but sometimes the time isn't right yet for my words. Thanks for sharing from your heart, Bill Valsa George October 3, 2022 at 9:16 AM Thanks a lot dear Bill for accepting me as a dear friend ! Also much gratitude for your lovely comment

Suzanne Delaney October 1, 2022 at 4:44 PM Love your musings about awakening the muse. I love to find plants that have rooted among the rocks. They are a strong metaphor for survival. Thanks for your visit today. SuZ Valsa George October 3, 2022 at 9:13 AM The plants sprouting from clefts of rock are indeed symbols of the fight for survival ! Thanks Suzanne for your insightful comment.

Victor Buhagiar October 1, 2022 at 11:36 AM My muse is certainly asleep. I think your poetry is great. Valsa George October 3, 2022 at 9:10 AM With a muse asleep, how can you bring out poems everyday like hot cakes! Thanks for commenting dear Victor !

Rico Leffanta October 1, 2022 at 10:52 AM Thoughts seldom knock at a closed door! Enjoyed your report! Aloha! Valsa George October 3, 2022 at 9:08 AM Thanks a lot Rico.... ! Sometimes thoughts withdraw without knocking :(

L Milton Hankins October 1, 2022 at 9:06 AM A wonderful reflection, Valsa. I suspect we are all poets "in the making." I really liked your thought-provoking poem. Valsa George October 1, 2022 at 9:29 AM In a way, we are all poets in the making. Sure. We all aspire to improve ourselves. Thank you Milton for finding this poem thought provoking.

Sotto Poet October 1, 2022 at 6:35 AM The sprouts of a concept already had blossomed into a delightful lyrical aptitude as a result of your implementation. You already qualify as a phenomenal poet dear Valsa. Have a wonderful weekend and best regards Valsa George October 1, 2022 at 8:58 AM Thanks a lot dear Lasaad ! I don't think I can ever write poems of your depth. My style is quite simple.

Vijay Pandit October 1, 2022 at 5:50 AM You are already a superb poet my friend. Seeds of thoughts have already blossomed into a delightful poetic prowess. Enjoy the gift. Valsa George October 1, 2022 at 8:56 AM Wow....! Thank you. But that's too much of a compliment. When I read poems of people like you, I wish if I could improve myself