Valsa George Poet Free verse

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Feb.10.2024

Discombobulation Poetry Contest

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Discombobulation

Life has become an amorphous mass,
Sans shape, sans structure.
And my mind is in total discombobulation.
I feel I am like a scrap yard.
My world has lost its tint and throb.
Defeated and decimated,
I long for an about-turn,
To reach back from whence I started
To get out of this quagmire
To restore all that slipped through my fingers,
 In the tangled labyrinthine paths of life!

How I wish to curl unobtrusive,
Into the womb that bore me once,
To be reborn once more as my old self
To enjoy the peace and bliss, now alien!

As trees bared by the winter blasts,
Stay in wait for the spring to arrive,
I await a new life, fresh and new.
Before that, I must rip loose, 
And peel away the covert mask
Sticking tight to my concealed face
Though it may cause me to bleed.
Exhale the soot of hatred,
Polluting my larynx and lungs,

The time is up for me to leave the stage.
But before I make the final bow
I should fit into a new cast,
And become a man again!!

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Sam Kauffman February 13, 2024 at 11:27 AM Dearest Valsa, what a wonderful sense of up is down and down is up as you look for balance and a desire to crawl back into the womb where everything seems to make sense. As always, your imagery is vivid and full of impact! Best wishes for the contest, dear friend! Blessings of balance to you!

Victor Buhagiar February 12, 2024 at 9:36 AM So this is for a contest and I sincerely wish you high placement. This is a poem dotted everywhere with emotions. It is impressive and intense.

Hiya Sharma February 10, 2024 at 9:34 PM Goshhh, dearest poetess, you left me speechless with this profound and magnificent piece.. I was breathless, when the lines read "How I wish to curl unobtrusive,Into the womb that bore me once..reborn once more as my old self" You've spoken the words of my heart!! How often I wish to curl in my cocoon.. This world is soaked in darkness and turmoil.. And the only place where I find warmth is in my mum's caress..you've so impeccably described the vulnerability of heart and a perfect interpretation Hiya Sharma February 10, 2024 at 9:36 PM for the prompt as well! Your wordsmithery is ever so spellbinding, especially "As trees bared by the winter blasts,Stay in wait for the spring to arrive" And that ending as well, woooahh! Your talent makes me awestruck.. I could connect with all these emotions that you've intricately woven. Best of luck for the contest.

Regina Mcintosh February 10, 2024 at 4:12 PM Excellent thoughts, vision... I believe most have thought it would be such a luxury to curl into the womb once again, oh, but only the heart can be filled with the love that only Jesus, Himself, can bring. This is a intriguing and inviting write. I love it. God bless you always, love, Gina

Sotto Poet February 10, 2024 at 10:50 AM Valsa, your interpretation of the contest is truly exceptional. Your poem delves into the profound depths of the human condition, skillfully touching upon the timeless subjects of adversity, fortitude, and the unwavering pursuit of purpose and self-actualization amidst the countless challenges life presents. It serves as a thought-provoking invitation for readers to introspect on their own quests for self-discovery and rejuvenation, finding solace in the potential for personal transformation and rejuvenation. Wishing you utmost success in the contest.

Silent One February 10, 2024 at 9:45 AM Great take on the contest Valsa, the poem is a poignant exploration of the human experience, capturing the universal themes of struggle, resilience, and the enduring quest for meaning and identity amidst life's trials and tribulations. It invites readers to reflect on their own journeys of self-discovery and renewal, and to find solace in the possibility of transformation and renewal.. Best of luck in the contest..

Bill Baker February 10, 2024 at 9:08 AM You speak the language of feelings of most of us, Valsa. Our world is failing. We want things to be as they were, but it will not happen. The best we can hope for is that the masses of the people will turn inward and return to constructive thought so we can build a new world that is based on love ... love of peace and respect of ourselves and others. Great entry for the contest, my friend. Good luck! Hugs, Bill

Ink Empress February 10, 2024 at 7:06 AM What a heartfelt poem this is dear sweet valsa, your way with weaving words, has a very rhythmic and melodious tune to it, and I absolutely love the flow of your lines, despite th poignant nature the cadence of this poem is captivating! I really loved the lines “ To restore all that slipped through my fingers, In the tangled labyrinthine paths of life!” And every word woven here feels so emotive and touching! The ending is soul hitting really! “ its time for me to leave” sigh! Felt that! BOL!