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March. 13. 2025
I Choose to Dwell in the Clouds Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Tom Woody

 

I don’t think I have ever written another poem of such emotional intensity! I was bedridden for almost four months. It was at such a desperate moment that I thought of scribbling down my feelings of despair and I found words coming out like a sudden spurt! It was a new awakening! I wrote nearly 34 poems in a period of nearly two and a half months, all in bed which I included in my first collection entitled BEATS. I still believe it was something providential...! Never had I written a single poem before!!
Left alone in a dull and dreary mood, With none to lean on and look for, I tethered my soul to sordid gloom, And chained my fancy, never letting it soar. Dull were the days and sore were the nights, Time slouched on in mechanical beats. Mind devoid of all buoyant thoughts, Senses shut to every cheery throb of life, I lay awake, staring on the ceiling above, My eyes, so lost in a fixed stare, Never a smile lighted up my stony face, Nor a gleam of hope brightened up my brain. Inertia crept over from head to foot. I had long lost my zest for life, With life saps drained out like an empty well, I felt nothing but the heat of scorching drought. Nothing could move my grief laden soul, None could lift the weight off my back, Embers of fire sparked from the anvil of my heart, Heaves of sighs escaped from parched mouth, I wriggled and writhed in unspeakable pain, My spirits sank deeper into a slithery marsh, I saw around only a thick pall of gloom, Or was it a projection of my own self? Anguish gnawed my nerves and sinews, Flames of pain danced within my spine, I felt my head so heavy and beginning to reel, And the heavy weight of lead all around my neck. I felt being pushed down to abysmal depths, And the octopus tightening its tentacles all around Who on earth will set me free? What on earth can lift me up? With thundering force, the question shook my weary self. I sprang to my feet and broke loose my chains, I found I was but in self – exile, A captive entrapped within boundless space. I saw the door opening to infinite lengths, And the arched horizon looming larger than life, I spread my wings and propelled up, And darted through the clouds to distant shores, Never to come down, where I thought I could dwell forever.

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Date: 3/18/2025 10:34:00 AM
Your poem is a powerful exploration of inner turmoil, self-imprisonment, and the eventual realization of one's own agency in overcoming adversity. It offers a poignant reminder of the strength we can find within ourselves to free our minds from negative patterns and embrace renewal. I like how you poetically shifted the tone of your poem from angst into feeling free.... wonderful poetry
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Date: 3/16/2025 11:11:00 AM
Dear Valsa, such exceptional poetry delves into the profound sentiments of sorrow, loneliness, and finally emancipation. It represents a transformation from severe inner agony and self-imposed exile to one of freedom and optimism. The poem uses strong images and expressive words to portray the inner anguish. Words like "sordid darkness," "scorching thirst," and "anguish" elicit a strong sense of despair, but words like "stretched my wings" and "darted through the sky" convey optimism and freedom.
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Date: 3/16/2025 10:45:00 AM
It's a great heartfelt poem and a deserving winner.
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Date: 3/16/2025 3:31:00 AM
Heartfelt, moving and inspirational. I really loved reading this deserving winner, Valsa. Congratulations!
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Date: 3/15/2025 10:19:00 PM
congratulations on your win dear poet. cheers!!!
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Date: 3/15/2025 11:39:00 AM
When I read this it felt so personal (your note) and my heart nearly broke but then you reminded us that we can indeed rise again, with a little help and determination. Congrats on placement
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Date: 3/15/2025 1:33:00 AM
Hello Valsa, this was a teary eyed read for me, so very touching. Glad you’re no longer in exile. Beautifully written. Sending Blessings your way my friend. Have a wonderful weekend.
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Date: 3/14/2025 1:40:00 AM
Self exile indeed. I know the feeling very well and you have captured it with great emotion and intensity. Thank you XXX Kai
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Date: 3/13/2025 9:37:00 PM
Wow! Powerful. I too also look for the bright side of mishap. I have come to the conclusion, that, poetry is omnipotent. (I can hear Born-again Christians exploding -- only God is Omnipotent!) I will say no more, for your poem is a perfect example of poetry's unlimited ability and might. Divine origin and nature.
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Date: 3/13/2025 7:42:00 PM
Your poem says it all dear poet. As you say, Lord is your anchor, be brave dear friend.
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Date: 3/13/2025 4:52:00 PM
sadness to overcome, not an easy task, but there is still hope when you share that feeling, a deep and beautiful poem, thanks
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Date: 3/13/2025 9:31:00 AM
Hi Valsa, I feel your sadness through your extraordinary eloquent talent in expressing your raw and gripping emotions, which you bravely and strongly shook off 'And darted through the clouds to distant shores.' You are an amazing woman who richly deserves only the best in life. Hugs and love, Jennifer.
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Date: 3/13/2025 7:45:00 AM
Valsa, it is hard to imagine the pain that you went through but I shall offer a virtual hug nonetheless. You are strong and brave, my friend. This poem is very evocative and testament to your strength. The way you have described your sadness really tugged at my heartstrings. Wishing you health and happiness. Hiba :)
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Date: 3/13/2025 7:01:00 AM
Such a difficult time you went through. …dull, dreary, gloomy, chained, weary, flames of pain…such a long time, it must have seemed. Suffering is indeed suffering… Hugs ~ Kim
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