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A C T C - 2014/10 - Non-Competing Late Entry
(Jan.20,1943 / Oklahoma)

A C T C - 2014/10 - Non-Competing Late Entry

Winged Words
By Valsa George

Like a creature hibernating in its burrow
Waiting to come out with the first verdure of spring
The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart
Through the long winter awaiting another spring

After staying torpid inside for long
At a time I expected it the least
Timidly came out the first word
As shaky as a calf getting up for the first time

Then another came and word after word in a row
Like pellets of rain on the window pane
I boiled them in the crucibles of my imagination
And finally dipping them in the ocean of my emotions

But rhyme came to set constraints
For the right alignment I struggled
I had to decide on its texture and format
Pondered if it should be a sonnet or an ode

I might have kept the door open for long
Alas! All my words and fancies flew away
Like birds taking on wings into the sky
From a cage where they were imprisoned for long

I stood so helpless with my mouth shut
Staring blankly out into the airy nothing
Like one lost in the doorway of his own threshold
Unable to call back those winged words lost in the void

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Comments (1)

i just spit my damn poems out usually, giving little or no thought to them at all. well, that is not entirely true. i have already read and commented on valsa's fine poem.....on her poem's page. too bad she is tardy, as i always (almost always) was in one of my college classes getting papers handed in. it was so much easier when i just quit going to classes and doing the work and taking the tests. i quit, and i've NEVER regretted it! (bri thanks for sharing, JB, :) bri