My Problem With Words Comments

What an exact irritating feeling you have expressed here in this write! ! ! ! Ha Ha - dear Valsa, if a person like you say that then a poor fellow like me, where I do stand? ? Most of my thoughts are buried afresh for want of suitable words only. And if I feel that the rhythm is affected because of the word, I don't write that poem at all. So I feel you're much above in the layer where you can breath and reading this poem I feel like sinking gradually. Hence your regret gives me a courage that I have to achieve proficiency and have to have the stock of words to move ahead with ease. Thanks for sharing such an important thing and I'm thankful to you.

.The irony is your simplicity in accepting an imaginary struggle you are experiencing while writing the poems whereas the very poem bemoaning the hypothetical issue and a few more submitted long ago are extremely well written with most apt diction displaying your proficiency and command over words adequately needed for penning down poetry in general. You write in this poem: How I envy the ones Who with deft strokes of their pen String words into beautiful clusters With images coalescing on every line And metaphors dancing in rhythmic steps. I feel such a species of poets we do not easily come across on the PH and your eulogy has exceeded all the borders of tracing who, where and when have demonstrated that utopian splendour of talent teeming with unique or perfect ingredients for the expression of thoughts without flaws here and there. CERTAIN POEMS are accidentally created and the impact is such that their own creators often begin to worry about why they cannot repeat the show again and again! Your poem here has enough merit to leave even you pondering for some long period that how you could write such a powerful poem that can withstand the test of time transcending the merits of the probable potential works to be written by you close ahead. Your play with words has smashed your invented verbal phobia that might be just amusing to many of us. Oh poets at large, here is a poem that indirectly communicates to you driving home the idea that most of us struggling with words while writing are no way aware of it and obviously our empty vessels will ever be making great noise as usual. My Professor of English Late Edmund Peters could easily close his eyes when confronted with a question of certain gravity and complex dimension which he alone might answer and say, ' I don`t know the answer of it'. I have ever seen a mischief in his reply that his eyes reflected.... That`s how some knowledgeable people are. Madam Valsa, I think you are one among them - you can`t help being that..... Now I challenge you, Can you show a write absolutely perfect in terms of quality of diction and distinction attributed often on the PH? .....

The word queen envies? Ha! You just keep doing whatever it is that you do, it is all perfect!

Words, slippery slimy words are all that we have To express all that we feel in our tumultuous brains And when they go and hide or refuse to cooperate All we got to do is take a short nap and try again....... Writers block? Good poem Madam and well written..........

For me poetry is an endless journey. i have not yet been able to complete a poem and give final word.. so many times words are slipping with my emotions.. But very true you have stated here, As a woman full with child Impatient to see her babe's tender face.Thank you so much for sharing. Regards.

Isn't it wonderful to have thoughts exploding like fireworks. You envy others, yet others including myself envy your ability to write poems. It is lovely we all appreciate the work of others and strive to create beautiful lines.

'What I do is write and rewrite'. It makes me feel a little better now! I am totally stuck in swamp of words! Can't seem to find a release. But your words provide so much encouragement. Thank you Valsa for pulling us all with such a lovely and honest dilemma that I guess every body faces. Your poems are a treasure island for us all.

Coleridge may define poetry as the best words in the best order, but I think he misses the mark. Poetry for me is very simply my best words in the order their logic dictates. Perhaps this also places a limit on my imagination but the pragmatist in me disagrees. How can I be better than I am? The appearance of the mountain always depends on where you are viewing it from. The days weather does not make a poem less beautiful. My question, 'How can I be better than I am? ' is simple but one the poet would do well to answer for himself in my opinion. It could be an answer to the intellectual's weakness of unproductive gazing at one's own belly button? I am a simple man in many ways and though I love poetry there are acclaimed poets I don't get or who at least leave me cold. You are not one of these Valsa. My cures for writer's block are simple.... 1. Write more from my own experience 2. A great poem title can lead you through the wilderness 3. Never give my muse the final word (his gift is more often just the skeleton of what the poem could be. 4. When stuck, ask the simple questions, a. Does what I have so far feel right? and b. OK, What's next (honor the poem's logic) ? 5. Always take time to to bask in the glow of the completed work. As a programmer with years of experience, it is always a joy to me to reflect on how the stringing together of related but also logically perfect and unique sub units of code can produce something in the end that has a life of its own and that seems so much larger than my own imagination. Frequently I can hardly believe that I actually wrote it. The last program I wrote took over 4 years to complete (in its final version) and contained over 40,000 separate logical instructions. Our minds are so amazing! Finally is there any Promised Land greater than Heaven? You know that Moses got there and so will you Dear Poet. Is God himself not the lover that we all are waiting for?

You have expressed how I feel so many times. The frustration of hearing the music within my head and being unable to find the words to put it down on paper before it flies away again. I note a comment about forms and other poetic structures. I do not know any of these and neither am I willing to learn, it's too late for me anyhow. But what matters and what comes through in your great poetry is beauty. That is the ultimate goal in poetry for me.You are a master word-smith Valsa and a great poet.

Coleridge defined poetry as the best words in the best order. On evidence of this poem you have no problem identifying the best words, the poem is packed with them It's the order that's the issue as shown by your 1st stanza: either like cadets in formation or dervishes in free form. From the most rigid to the most liberated formats. You express the problem eloquently SILENCE SLEEPS BETWEEN WORDS AND WORDS and CHRYSALIS OF EMOTIONS TAKING WING AS BUTTERFLIES. Wow! The concluding metaphors - PENELOPE who has to undo everything she finishes and MOSES who is denied fulfillment - are very powerful illustrations of the frustrated writer. Even as you write about the problem of expression, your poetic voice is prepared to sing wonderfully. T. S. Eliot faces a similar impasse in FOUR QUARTETS: WORDS STRAIN, CRACK, WON'T STAY IN PLACE. Like him you're close to the solution, your words are already taking wing!

Dear Valsa, I often respect your way of writing, the words you pour out so elegantly in your poems, Midas touch of metaphors, Wonderful rhymes and rhythms, etc. Many more is enriched in your poems that we readers love to read your poems delightfully. Any theme you take, you are very well versed in it, you have in depth knowledge in any topic. It's not just you play with words, but you write so well, I respect the knowledge in you. Your each write is so unique, I felt many times if I could write like you. I appreciate the way you take us, we readers into your depth of poem. This is the beautiful write. I loved it.

the great Malayalam poet -Kumaranasan_writes , want to find new media to express his mind... here again Valsaji, writes When words come to me They seldom come in the right order What I do is write and rewrite Strike off and write again

If you can weave and unweave and come up with a Poem like this, your textile efforts are certainly worth it. Many poets would give anything to have such results. So, keep on climbing that mountain, look at what Moses, came back with after his climb. Regardless, a wonderful work to remember and so fully and well expressed.10/10

Comparing the thoughts with fireworks is a beautiful idea. Description of fireworks with flowers of words is not difficult for Valsa.

This is simply phenomenal......Valsa......your composition is quite different......words' choice excellent....here words and metaphors are extraordinary......especially last lines are so beautifully scripted....of Penelope and Moses and to the Promised Land.......Always I wish I could write like you........great piece

this wonderful poem shows no sign of that. your words remain worthy messengers of your thoughts.