When Poetry Haunted Me Comments

Your imagination is well expressed in this poem as well as the title of this poem is too apprppriated.here i want to cite some lines which touch me very much....A strange madness crept across my senses / Intoxicated as by an excess dose of ale / Or drunk with the vintage wine / Or by some mystical disengagement.. Marvelous presentation.10

Fine and lofty verse. Poignant reflection crafted in persuasive poetic expressions with literary conviction and artistic brilliance. A remarkable work of art. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem, Prof.

It is amazing to read the beautiful words you put in this write. It is indeed, POETRY.A pure poetic joy. Just like you, Poetry came to my life so sudden. It was after the death of my father. It gave me solace and from that time it has been embedded in me. A superb poem beautifully crafted and executed by a great Poet's Ink. 10 and on to my Poem List.

Most, if not all must have gone through what you had so brilliantly described. Some were stuck in the chasm, while others were lost. Whatever, is was an experience not to be forgotten. Thanks Valsa.

Valsa, I found this poem to be fascinating and riveting. You had me on the edge of my seat. I saw the writer astral travelling to a realm where poets dwelled. For me, it was like a modern day version of William Blake. He's one of my favourites. And now, so are you. Great work of art!

A poetic heart! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Valsa-ji, I can't say I quite understood this poem. From the comments of others, it sounds contextual to some competition where the soaring dreams of aspiring poets had to crash to the ground when the results were announced. Well, I wasn't around at that time. However, I would say your poem is very powerful and truly depicts a a poet's experience a la Neruda in his poem Poetry, which I translated into our native Malayalam and responding to which you invited me read this poem of yours. I am excerpting Neruda below to contrast him with you: and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open, planets, palpitating plantations, shadow perforated, riddled with arrows, fire and flowers, the winding night, the universe. Valsa George: I reeled round and round Flew up and up Meteors flashed past Stars blinked Larger celestial bodies stood still Strange sounds fleeted past my ears My heart palpitated, Like the rumblings of thunder My eyes glowed like fire balls Great! You go with a 10.

An amazing poem.................10

This is like a shamanic initiation which makes the individual realize POETRY IS BIG, BIGGER THAN ME. BUT I'LL DO MY PART TO MAKE IT LIVE IN THIS GENERATION AND PASS IT ON TO THE NEXT. So the initiation is both wonderful and terrifying, both intimate and impersonal. Lots of paradoxes in this Verse World. We poetry lovers are definitely a minority so it's good to hype it, do our part to promote it so more discover and use it.

Valsa went to hunt a poem but the hunter became hunted. The hunted Valsa did not fell on the ground, she climbed the heights whereat she could touch the poetic beauty of blue skies.

Such a fantastic piece how come I had missed........Valsa.......so beautifully crafted........I am speechless...... a sure 10

'Top One-Hundred Poets Club' Out of Thousands and thousands of Poems online Mine was number sixty-five. Poet with a Thousand Kills But with weak promotion skills. Poem Hunters lose their way And, at times, become the prey All is fair in War and Love Top One-Hundred Poets Club. All contestants orchestrated Or perhaps they're all related Smiling proud with Pen in Hand We remain the Underrated. It will take a thousand Poets Just to help you stay afloat But nothing beats the satisfaction To receive an honest Vote. Poem Hunts the lamest Ducks I Searched You a thousand bucks Poison Ink reigns from above Top One-hundred Poets Club P.X #65 Charles Monroe Novus Ordo Seclorum

hey valsa, you did very well (in the contest) and without my help!) . i found the following comment below: Writing poetry is entoxicating and you are under it's influence. An ethereal and mystic portrayal of how it grabs you-A great read and reread if writing poetry were THAT GOOD for me, i wouldn't bother with sleeping or eating! is 'entoxicating' a 'british' spelling? i actually got the idea (perhaps incorrect?) that you aspired to be a poet, saw the glorious poets/poems surrounding you, and crashed in disappointment at not being able to compete on the same level. i didn't see any other comments like this, though i did not read them all. in fact, valsa, you have 'arrived' at, at least, your own very, very good poetic level! you may have even surpassed ME! congratulations. :) bri

Like a million lanterns lit In that blinding brilliance Poets around so brilliant. Beautiful poem.

Metal is better shaped in fire and the longer and deeper the former remains in the latter, the more the effect thereof is. A mind haunted by poetry is elevated in one way and the bliss of writing in spite of the short spells of pains makes a poet a demi-god of one kind. Madam Valsa, your poems throw light on life in its myriad forms as judged by a human being with right perceptions and this poem elevates your poetic identity and what you call a haunting experience is nothing but the mother of all obsessions in fact. Kudos to the poet in you.

Poetry, like all things mortal, must follow the laws of gravity...

i hv already done on 26.9.13

Softness of heart of a poet is beautifully portrayed here. Excellent Write.

A studded piece of poetry and an experience of an intuitive poet...so natural, which can never be experienced by practitioners of poetry! ! !

Now we have winessed the birth. or rebirth of a true poet and it was an intoxicating experience. Supurb in imagery and exciting to read and reread- brilliantly done. Go to the head of the class