Everything needs a name. As if to acknowledge the seen,
the felt, the dreamt, as they are, as the naked skin of a
sky without a single star, even a sky that you may never
know again. As if just letting it pass without a label
would seem like it never existed. I think of shadows,
shadows of fixed length, people shrinking and expanding
with the light and disappearing altogether at the end
of the day, disappearing to a place where the disappeared
gather, you and I at opposite ends, unable to move in
the darkness. What should I call it? What should I call
the reading of the last word of the poem and the
inability to go back to the beginning, to go anywhere
because that devastating silence that follows, is the poem.
And that is the reading, that being rooted in the debris
for as long as it takes for the universe to stop shuddering?
What should I call it? What should I call a question which
should never be asked like a candle should not be lit. The
lighting destroys it until all that is left is a darkness darker
than dark and the acrid smell of something that burned
and no longer is, like a life unlived, like a love unloved.
23 thoughts on “Part 39”
Powerfully and beautifully penned, Rajani.
Thanks so much, Sherry.
Wow! You have a gift for raising deep, fascinating, unanswerable questions.
Thank you 🙂 There are really no answers, right…. though it’s hard to know how to stop looking for them!!!
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I like the poetic flow of language here – the last couple of lines have left me pondering.
Thanks Suzanne! :
You have really encapsulated the Universe within the kaleidoscope of darkness and light.
Thank you 🙂
(This one should be okay) I like this!!
It sounds like the workings of a dream, “reading of the last word of the poem and the inability to go back to the beginning, to go anywhere, a dream you’d love to have again, but no way.
Thank you, Jim.
I know it’s a humbling feeling when I can’t shape my words just right around an emotion. Though you’ve clearly expressed that space of nothingness after a betrayal, and how there’s no way back from it. We can only go forward.
Thanks so much, Rommy. Yes, sometimes the end of a road, is just that. A new path has to be found elsewhere.
What you are writing is existence itself, its mysteries and its passing through every life. Remarkable writing! 🙂
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Thanks so much, Lee San.
This does capture a mood!
Thank you, Priscilla.
Your writing is always thought provoking … deep, wise. Thank you.
Thanks so much for the kind comment, Helen.
This is so heart rending……a life unlived
a love unloved
Thank you, Jossina.
Raw emotion comes through in this poem of unanswerable questions.
Thank you, Sara.