Between the Potency and the Existence, falls the Shadow


What is a mind full of stories with
no hand to write them down? A soul flustered
and anguished without a forehead to frown;

A life full of music, with no voice to
sing it out; like seeds meant for harvest,
caught lurking in a drought;

Would we know a cake with no ovens
to bake it? A fiddler who wants to be,
with no muscles to make it?

The sun lights the earth, but between the
two it’s dark; without a target to throw at,
which aim can hit its mark?

Silence is music’s darkness, an ether for
its art; the deep wounds must be inflicted,
before the healing can start;

I float through this dark silence, its wetness
much too dry; don’t write me off for future,
just because at present I cry.

There are 14 comments in this article:

  1. 03/18/2008Scot says:

    “I float through this dark silence, its wetness
    much too dry; don’t write me off for future,
    just because at present I cry.”

    Is a –wish i had written that– stanza–a great close to a wonderful poem!


  2. 03/18/2008Sumedh says:

    Thank You! :)

  3. 03/18/2008Paul says:

    A highwire act, balancing the two thoughts, the dialectic on a rhythm, the structure of the poem reflects the thought, wonderful images too, very cool poem,

  4. 03/18/2008johemmant says:

    Yep, this is a lovely, carefully constructed, moving poem and I really enjoyed it. Go you!

  5. 03/18/2008Janice Thomson says:

    Love the closure on this Sumedh. Beautifully written piece.
    First time here -will be back for more.

  6. 03/22/2008Roberta says:

    Wow! Those are beautiful words. I must add, that silence is a melody onto itself. I’m still in a state of wow over your words. And the image is nice too, though I would like to create my own visions for your words.

  7. 03/23/2008Joel says:

    Wow, absolutely brilliant. Your writing is getting more eloquent and concise every time I come back here. Wonderful job, and very moving.

    I loved the second to last verse. That’s where I’ve been in the past few months, that idea living in darkness, in woundedness, because it is such a catalyst for healing and beauty. I really relate to this poem. Bravo!

  8. 03/25/2008enigma says:

    This is very strong and striking, it reminds me of the TS elliot poem i posted in january, “the shadow’

  9. 03/25/2008Sumedh says:

    Thanks, enigma; the title of this poem is taken from one of my favourite works of Elliot, “The Hollow Men”.

  10. 03/27/2008enigma says:

    I think its the same poem…your writing is worthy of elliot, maybe better, as i think he waffles a bit sometimes,

  11. 03/27/2008Sumedh says:

    I’m quite tremendously honoured right now to be compared with Elliot, but I wouldn’t rush to take the comparison with open arms! I personally find him remarkable, and at the pinnacle of the verse libre! But it’s all subjective, I guess! Thanks a ton anyway!

  12. 04/9/2008Peter says:

    Well done. I discern no obvious meter, and yet the poem has the rigor of formal verse. Variations on a theme by Eliot, with a similar, refreshing avoidance of whimsy and cliche.

    This is a piece worth being proud of!

  13. 06/26/2008aprameya says:

    hey…..i thought this was personally brilliant…..extremely intuitive….very well-written……one really lives in the dark even when one thinks one knows……great stuff sumedh

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