Solitary Tramp Comments

But the wild fire burnt itself down, Now a passive stillness has settled in. In this inert hush, as I grope, Through the murky corridors of life With the sound of my footsteps Falling like a thud, A single query breaks out from within ‘Where shall I hide unseen From this horrid loneliness Staring me in the eyes? '.....so touching and impressive. Great work. Thanks for sharing.

A single query breaks out from within ‘Where shall I hide unseen From this horrid loneliness Staring me in the eyes? ' A defeated man, now lonely, looking for a place to hide him, such a touching poem that makes the readers silent and sobers. Great poem.

Wonderful write. At the last leg of our journey most get lonely. Very touchy and effective poem.

This is a powerful poem of a life sunk into utter despair. You found a way to have him tell us of his prosperous past, his precipitous fall and the lengthening years of humiliation, without giving him a credible personality which would have been inconsistent with his condition. Your poem reminds me of Shakespeare's late play TIMON OF ATHENS, which no one likes, but your poem shows even the Timons of the world need sympathy because of that lingering thread of our common humanity in them. At least, your Timon isn't trying to infect the people around him with a deadly disease. He has not fallen that far..

The 'I' the main theme in this excellent poem of rise and fall indeed empires have travelled the same path, first visit enjoyed...regards

well written nice and powerfull

Excellent write, loneliness can destroy faith in others regardless of previous life style.

This poetess fly away make a skid , own way of write really we feel a greatness in her write I feel a great gifted one for the new year.........and best for us .......a passive stillness has settled in. In this inert hush, as I grope, Through the murky corridors of life........ With the sound of my footsteps

At the day's end another music rings, past is its lyric, tune is its present feelings. Lovely Ma'am.

As the last phase of the wild journey torments this completely wrecked man, he emerges as a ghost in waiting to haunt the ill fated homes of most men and it is hoped that his utterances will checkmate the faulty steps still being made by the latter. Poems of this kind have to serve as an eye-opener for many men who are are on the verge of a collapse. Well intended and grandly executed, dear Madam Valsa, ...

The reminiscences of the defeated man who once felt he reigned the world and his horrid loneliness now are well brought out in your beautiful poem.As always your wonderful write is enjoyable.Thanks.

Excellent write Valsa, so heartfelt and full of meaning.

How soon we fall from grace from riches to rags well written but such sadness..............................: O)