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Sleeping Fury

As I walk through the graveled paths When the stinging stones speak to me Of the pain thrust on trampling feet I see you in the unlit alleys of my memory As the wind blows from a covert hide out Twisting and shaking the branches of trees Causing them to break and fly off the trunk I see you in the torn pages of my life’s tome As I listen to the song of lone birds And their doleful notes fall in my ears I am jolted out of my bohemian ways And feel a plaintive tone floating to me Wandering along the sprawling beach As I hear the roar of waves And when a humdrum of voices fills me I hear your voice distinct like the beat of my heart Like the pain at a needle point that shall always be Like an intruder, nudging to steal the inner space Like the small tremors after a fateful seismic quake I now know that in me you stay like sleeping fury Even when I walked away from you You stubbornly stuck to me Like a leech tenaciously clinging to the skin Oh! How hard I struggle to get you off! Sept.13.2022 ~Placed First~ Re submitted for- Your Second Chance 2nd Submission Poetry Contest Sponsored by Sotto Poet A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest

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Date: 10/17/2022 7:51:00 PM
"When stinging stones speak to me", "doleful notes", "pain at a needle point", "leech tenaciously clinging to the skin" - Beautiful!
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Date: 10/16/2022 10:49:00 AM
Valsa, congratulations on your win. Your images of "stinging stone," "unlit alleys," "torn pages of my life's tome" are , as always, filled with your natural creative and innovative poetic style. Your poems always amaze me and I stand back with awe to let their spirit wash over me. So inspiring dear friend! Sending blessings of comfort.
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Date: 10/16/2022 9:14:00 AM
You have my heartfelt congratulations on winning my contest, Valsa. You have written a remarkable poem that is built with many various levels of beauty.
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Date: 9/23/2022 1:23:00 PM
Good entry for the contest, Valsa. Those clinging memories are hard to get rid of, difficult to detach from, my friend. Sometimes there's a lesson to learn so they return, if not I try to acknowledge them, then tell them to leave for I have no use for them and their pain any more. Bless you my friend, Bill
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Date: 9/15/2022 12:31:00 PM
Beautifully clinging memories that are unwanted but remain in our subconscious. Love all the similes! Linda
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Date: 9/13/2022 3:30:00 PM
A dread visage, Valsa = a superb write! Bravo, Gershon
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Date: 9/13/2022 11:02:00 AM
Fav'd, Valsa! Aloha!
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Date: 9/13/2022 6:16:00 AM
I hear the emotive tones you convey, Valsa. Memories cling even when one wants to forget. Skillfully delivered, as always. Best to you.
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Date: 9/13/2022 3:53:00 AM
Reading your poem is like going on a journey of one's life. How can I not admire the vocabulary and the imagery of your poem? Dear Valsa you have become one of the best.
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Valsa George
Date: 9/13/2022 6:12:00 AM
Dear Victor..... Thank you so much for your great appreciation though I don't deserve such a praise
Date: 9/13/2022 1:58:00 AM
Valsa this was wonderful to read. A favorite. Your theme is one that I admire and enjoyed reading. How you fought to remove yourself is uniquely expressed wonderfully. An exceptional Poem. Best wishes for the contest. I am sure this will do very well... God bless you...
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Valsa George
Date: 9/13/2022 3:29:00 AM
Feel so delighted Michael ! Your comments are always a pleasure to read. Thank you for faving this. Have a great week ahead, dear friend....Stay blessed!
Date: 9/13/2022 1:28:00 AM
You take poetry to another level, Valsa, this is excellent.
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Valsa George
Date: 9/13/2022 3:25:00 AM
Thank you so much harry. My poems are quite simple. This time, I deliberately tried to make it a little different.