Valsa George Poet Imagism

Let Them Fly

My head, now a boiling cauldron
From my pen, thoughts bleed red, 
in a broken stream muddled up  
They do not have a neat flow
They come out in squirts,
leaving scarlet stains,
a monochrome of blotches of hurt and sadness
Still I feel such instant relief,
as the latch of a cage being unfastened
to let out the birds of pain fly far

March.9. 2022
New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France

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Bj Legros Kelley March 9, 2022 at 10:50 PM We poets. Such kindred spirits dear Valsa. Your poem speaks so passionately of the flow of words and poems and ideas! Letting them fly is a great release. This is a great poem <3 ~BJ

Debra L Brown March 9, 2022 at 4:34 PM Such passion, emotion, and pain. Well written. Good luck in the contest. Blessings ~ Debra

Anselmo Boles March 9, 2022 at 11:33 AM All emotions or feelings, regardless of their negative ferocity, by being able to express and release them from within the mind, frees the body and soul from agony. Intensely beautiful Valsa!...ab

Kim Rodrigues March 9, 2022 at 11:24 AM Great imagery and indeed catharsis is in the heartbroken pen.

Rico Leffanta March 9, 2022 at 10:18 AM Modern technology transmits information too fast for an old mind to consider it, so confusion is rampant! Enjoyed!

Joseph P. DiMino March 9, 2022 at 8:42 AM Wonderful imagery! Yes, indeed...the act of writing in itself, is a fond mystery. Sort of like breathing in and out. Best of luck in contest. Joe.

Victor Buhagiar March 9, 2022 at 6:03 AM Very well written Valsa. I am not much on the soup, least of all contests. Wishing you the best.

Tom Cunningham March 9, 2022 at 5:51 AM We all reach for that latch sometimes Valsa. as we soon get quite overloaded with thoughts. Good luck Tom

Vijay Pandit March 9, 2022 at 5:39 AM Much relief when cage of grief is opened--very emotive write, Valsa. I hear and feel the pain invoked.

Sotto Poet March 9, 2022 at 1:50 AM Thoughts bleed red, to let out birds fly. Wonderful penned imagism with profound meanings and wonderful wording. Best wishes for the contest. Be blessed with kinds regards dear friend, Vlasa.