The feeling of loss – a textural paradox.
The wetness of tears and snot
and the dryness of facts that provoked them.
The softness of mould and decay
and the hardness of the point when it hits.
The harshness of pain
and the frictionless slide to despair.
The nothingness taking over
and becoming
all.
Tag: poetry
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The Feeling of Loss
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Sand Castles
To Calcifer
You go to the beach and build your castles
with sand and water and the joy of making,
of bringing something new into the world
that makes it yours.
The wind will blow drying sand away
and, grain by grain, the castle will subside,
its turrets sliding, flattening and melting
into the beach.
Your mark upon the world,
your proud monument dissolved forever.
What will remain to you when it is gone?
The joy of building
and, of course, the skill
to build another evanescent castle.
You cannot see yourself – you see reflections
and shadows,
they dance upon the waves,
reflected in the eyes of those watching.
You see reflections in these eyes and say:
“T’is I.
My shadow, my dance.
It is unique.
It’s seen and felt by you.
I am unique and I am here now.”
The eyes will close and the waters still,
the sun will die and take away the light
and shadows will go.
What will remain to you when they are gone?
The joy of dancing
and, of course, the skill
to know who you are. -
A Play
“All the world’s a stage…”
(W. Shakespeare)
Sit still and look.
The play develops.
It grows from the root of common knowledge.
The vessels form and fill with blood and bile.
Sighs, screams and whispers fill the air.
You run headlong into the wall of pain
and, winded by the force of impact,
stop,
doubled up,
just breathing.
You cry and laugh in turn and in-between.
Pain, imperceptibly, becomes a habit
but so does the joy –
both dulled by usage.
The actor’s voice,
still raised in imprecation,
commands attention
and, of course, you listen…
But now mostly listen to the silence
that is to come.
The play will soon be over. -
Still Motion
Our shadows –
passing over the shadows of dreams and aspirations of our ancestors,
fleetingly reflecting them and disappearing into the void,
the void where ancestral dreams will join us eventually…
which is absolutely unimportant. -
Black and White Thinking
Black and white thinking –
a useful evolutionary short-cut for quickly reacting in an emergency,
an extremely dangerous tool that simplifies experience into lies. -
Evolution of Religions
If you are afraid to die, they provide you with an immortal soul,
if you are afraid to live, they provide you with an authority to tell you what to do…
religions evolved to cater to every available kind of fear. -
De-evolution
People who tell you to go back to your roots are merely lonely –
they have already devolved to the pre-sapient stage and want you to join them back there.