Valsa George Poet Free verse

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November-9-2024

Jolted By Twilight Poetry Competion

Sponsor- Dilly Dally

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Jolted by Twilight

Behind me, I hear,
 The receding roar of years.
  It sends chills down my spine.
   For me, no more springing steps,
    But a fast- withering torso,
     So awkward and unsure. 
      I look on to the track ahead,
        As the race winds down
         And the final turn in sight.
          I am jolted by the twilight seeping into my life.

          Once my life has been a round of cheer.
         But no more can I cling onto those days so dear.
        I am an autumn leaf turned red, 
       And about to shed.
      As the world goes wheeling through,
     Somehow, I am pushing through,
    Waiting for that tightening grip,
   Of an unknown caller’s powerful fist!
  With the sunset, after the twilight fades
 Will I be able to rise up in crimson glory?

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Kai Michael Neumann December 10, 2024 at 6:44 AM Crimson acclaim to that poem ...

David Crandall November 13, 2024 at 11:42 AM Beautiful poem, Valsa. I can relate.

Andrea Dietrich November 11, 2024 at 9:08 PM Wow. Excellent poetry. Did you win, I wonder. For me it's a winner

Victor Buhagiar November 11, 2024 at 3:35 AM This is so beautifully written. Great use of metaphors. Dear Valsa, I am sure it will rate high.

Maria Williams November 9, 2024 at 11:08 PM Dear Valsa, no one gets old just wiser and with more experience like fine wine - you only improve. If you think young you stay young and youthful, the mind and quantum energy must always grant what you wish for. Loved you poem and the formatting is exceptional. Hugs Maria Ps thanks for your FB visit

Hilda Greenhough November 9, 2024 at 6:47 PM I am very impressed with your poem. You've expertly combined the first stanza in a way that introduces the second stanza for a great tale of the aging process with the final hope of peace. The last sentence summed it up. Good luck with the contest.

Silent One November 9, 2024 at 10:26 AM Oh Valsa, your poem poignantly captures the melancholy of aging and the awareness of life’s brevity. The speaker acknowledges both the passage of time and the physical decline that accompanies it, confronting the “receding roar of years” and the “fast-withering torso.” This tone of quiet resignation is mixed with a hint of hope, as the poem closes with the possibility of “crimson glory,” suggesting a longing for some form of renewal or legacy after life fades. Wonderful poetry my friend..

Paula Goldsmith November 9, 2024 at 9:22 AM I enjoyed reading your write. Where does all the time go??? "Good Luck" We both did this one. Have a blessed day/weekend writing away...............

Joanna Daniel November 9, 2024 at 8:45 AM Very well applied with life itself, Valsa:) now I feel inspired to write something for this contest, wonder whether there's enough time...

Jennifer Proxenos November 9, 2024 at 7:34 AM Hey dear Valsa, I wish we lived close to each other and could visit and cheer each other up sometimes. We often have parallel thoughts, however although maybe twilight hovers over us, I still want to do so much, and am in no great hurry 'waiting for that tightening grip, Of an unknown caller's powerful fist! With the sunset, after the twilight fades, Will I be able to rise up in crimson glory? You will be the first to experience this but one day in the future, you are a wonderful, honest person, always know that. I know and respect and love you, Jennifer.

Joseph P. DiMino November 9, 2024 at 7:16 AM "For me, no more springing steps" -- Yep. Oh am I also aware! "I am an autumn leaf turned red, And about to shed." Me too. "With the sunset, after the twilight fades Will I be able to rise up in crimson glory?" No one more worthy...believe it!

Tom Cunningham November 9, 2024 at 12:34 AM Sometimes you wonder where did time go, I often think I've more behind me than in front. Live life to the full. Good luck in the contest and enjoy your weekend. Tom

Yann Rolland November 9, 2024 at 12:32 AM i wish you will rise again,even in autumn, this is a beautiful metaphor and remarkable poem, we live all the same troubled time, thanks poet