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September- 18. 2023

Any Topic, Any Form Poetry Contest

Sponsor- Sotto Poet

I stared into the mirror, wincing at my own reflection, through eyes fogged by cataract. Saw a black tint spreading around my eyes and face like a wrinkled piece of linen Where is the bubbly girl of seventeen? I asked myself. How flamboyant and flaunting I was, now enveloped in silence. Do anyone remember my younger version- the little birdie that tweeted endless? Beneath the shell of this withering cortex, I still have a heart young as ever, not yet shriveled, but succulent full of love and warmth; a sleeping guitar, capable of music, if trained hands move over my taut strings. So please don't take me as a wretched hag, and push me into a state of silent non-being or throw me like the chip of a broken mirror, making me feel so inconsequential!

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Michael Maul

Date: 9/25/2023 9:01:00 AM

I loved this.

Nancy Kaufman

Date: 9/23/2023 6:03:00 AM

Dear Valsa, I am sure your inner beauty and the strength of your soul is still shining through, regardless of how many cultures devalue the aging population. I don't know what age you are but I'm in my early 70's myself and have been told that I still have too much energy. I think it's a blessing to still feel young on the inside.

Nancy Kaufman
Date: 9/23/2023 6:06:00 AM

Belated and heary congratulations Ms. Valsa..

Silent One

Date: 9/22/2023 7:17:00 AM

We have all done this Valso, except i wondered where is that 17 year old boy.. although we may not look like our youth, I think it is important to feel like a youth.. which i do.. your poem once again is one that will relate to many.. Great introspection..

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 9/22/2023 4:55:00 AM

the little birdie that tweeted endless…that was me too. We would take an 8 hour trip to Grandmas and I was told I ‘d be standing behind my Dad, even in the night, chirping away. Today I talk with my Dad and occasionally that little girl feels comfortable to rattle on. I know my dad better today then yesterday. God bless you, Valsa!

Sotto Poet

Date: 9/21/2023 6:05:00 PM

Dear Valsa, your exceptional piece on a great subject was truly enlightening. The vivid imagery, skillful employment of metaphors, and compelling arguments showcased in your writing are truly magnificent. Congratulations on your well-deserved win.

Valsa George
Date: 9/21/2023 11:01:00 PM

Thank you so much dear Lasaad for your appreciation of the poem. As ever you are so very encouraging! Much gratitude for your lovely words and the high placement you have given!

Ink Empress

Date: 9/21/2023 10:24:00 AM

You can never be a wretched hag beautiful soul! But i can resonate with looking in the mirror and sometimes i wonder too whatever happened to those crazy teenage days, carefree and so lost ahh! Its not about the looks for me, but time… and being a mother changed so much for me. We think twice, once for our child and then us. This is such a sincere and heartfelt poem that really is soul stirring! I felt this one, you express so eloquently. I especially love the opening the most. Fave for me

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 9/21/2023 2:35:00 AM

- "Do anyone remember my younger version- the little birdie that tweeted endless?" ... it will never be forgotten ... no matter what the mirror says ... beautiful and sensitive, Valsa :) - hugs

Diane Perna

Date: 9/20/2023 11:58:00 AM

Lovely message, I relate to your words!

Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/20/2023 6:35:00 AM

Very descriptive of the aging woman or man. Our physical body is decaying day by day, but our inward spirit is being renewed day by day. Thank God for that. If for a contest, reads like good contender to me. Way to go. Sara

Mike Gentile

Date: 9/20/2023 5:46:00 AM

Valsa, I can so perfectly relate to your poetic plea! I have such similar thoughts and you have expressed them so wonderfully in your lovely write! Happy Wednesday and you are anything but inconsequential!!!

Andrew John

Date: 9/20/2023 2:08:00 AM

Interesting thoughts. Nice piece. ("When I was seventeen / It was a very good year".)

Bill Baker

Date: 9/19/2023 5:20:00 PM

No one should have to feel that way, especially if they have a heart of gold, like yours, my dear friend. Excellent description of how aging and an unwelcoming society treats many as we age. Fine entry for the contest, Valsa. Good luck in the contest! Hugs, Bill

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 9/19/2023 8:47:00 AM

Very pertinent argument. Alas we grow old and life changes us to become less carefree. Wonderful poem, my dear Valsa. Trust for a high placing in the contest.

Gregory Colodub

Date: 9/19/2023 1:49:00 AM

Wonderful! Thank you for the pleasure of reading this.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/18/2023 6:43:00 PM

OK, Mrs. 'Sleeping guitar.' I am going to treat you with the finest silk gloves! For I know what beats in that heart of yours. Deal?! Age is just a number, gw

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 9/18/2023 4:00:00 PM

Magnificent, Valsa. Your poem struck a chord with me.....it echoes how I feel many days. The hardest part of aging is the subtle way I'm made to feel inconsequential. Sigh. But we persevere, keeping our spirits and minds strong. In the end, I'm a far better person than I was at 16, 26, 36, etc. I'm faving this poem. Have a pleasant evening, Sara

Jay Narain

Date: 9/18/2023 11:09:00 AM

Nice poem. One hindi proverb,"Khandhar batati hai, ki Imarat kabhi bulund rahi hogi" applies here.

Hiya Sharma

Date: 9/18/2023 12:38:00 AM

My gosh, dear Valsa, this poem has instantly become one of my FAVs from you~ the vulnerability, emotions, yearning, ache yet layered with a desire to live with hope and love, ahh.These feelings can be felt so evocatively in every line and only a stunning poetess like yourself can carve such vivid tapestries of depths within these impactful words.. "Saw a black tint spreading around my eyes and face like a wrinkled piece of linen" Oh so heartfelt.. "the little birdie that tweeted endless" Love it

Jeanette Brewin

Date: 9/18/2023 12:20:00 AM

The years go by so quickly for us all. A good poem. Well done.