Poem By Meena Kandasamy
Falling into an abyss, looking around, seeing silhouettes as they
run back and forth, teasing, taunting, and captivating this poet's
curiosity which never lets go.
Wanting to know and question everything in this life, remembering
the beauty and collections of nature, humanity and wildlife, leaving
nothing out, wanting to describe it all.
While looking at a photographic memory screen that never fades away,
showing the goodness of life and also the sadness and sorrow of it,
tears falling from everyone's eyes for one reason or another.
Breaking hearts, suffering like rain falling upon individuals in and out through years of being alive, a most unusual and tempting source of creativity in poet's lives.
An intellectual interior life of a poet, dealing with feelings, and emotions of other people, senses filtering themselves with positive recriminations, one's giving new insight; living it is a fascinating
curiosity, one that's always present in a poet's lifetime.