Friday, July 27, 2012

Nostalgia Comments

Rating: 5.0

Among palm fronds and paddy fields
Stands veiled an ancient structure
Erstwhile the abode of innocence and ease
A house now left empty of its throng
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Valsa George
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Susan Williams 25 May 2020

Even if the details of the homes we grew up in differ from yours, this poem sent me back in time to revisit the things and events that shaped me and to appreciate the attention and love and guidance my parents gave me. Beautiful write and I'm putting this on my fav list and giving it a million starry-eyed tens 10+++++++++++++

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Loyd C Taylor Sr 14 January 2015

Hello poet Valsa Thanks for pointing me to this beautiful poem... it took me back to my own childhood. Very well written and presented, I enjoyed. The saddest part and yet my favorite was the ending... Here, I stand transfixed, An alien, At the threshold of my own home Visited by recollections sweet and sour Hesitant to encounter the unpalatable truth That the pleasant fields I once walked over And the old familiar faces, I love to look on Are gone! Gone forever, never to return Well done! Loyd C Taylor

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 30 December 2014

Sweet reminiscence of childhood days so beautifully depicted with wonderful and loving words.......Valsa....... this is very very outstanding........10/10

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Shahzia Batool 27 July 2013

what George Eliot calls it...the golden gates are passed...the gates of childhood are crossed...can past be retrieved? no, of course in the literal sense, but this poem shows how do we carry the presence of this past within the pulse, in the permanent abode called memory...thank you valsa ji for sharing it here, as i see it's your 100th poem, offering the climax of your power of expression what you feel, see and imagine! ! ! a nice read, indeed! ! !

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This is generation gap made by crept up modernism in civilization.You well narrated it.

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Joseph Anderson 24 August 2012

An enjoyable romp through the past, where I now dwell. I sure did enjoy this and wondered if you had as little of the material things as I. this was an endearing journey, so well told. I have one with same title. Thanks for yhe memories

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Lovely word pictures of the bygone days of chilhood spent in one's own land coming alive in memories! Elizabeth K. Mona

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Valerie Dohren 30 July 2012

But such memories will always be there in our hearts and minds to recall at will - a beautiful write Valsa.

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