One swallow does not make
A summer. Then what about
Two swallows ? Thinking, thinking
Through, that makes me think
Again. Yes two might
Mean that summer is here.
James who lives near, here
A few miles away, adjacent to
An inland Lake close to the Sea
Just phoned me to say
That over the last four hours
He had seen many thousands
Of swallows flying past his cottage.
I begin to wonder about Numbers
Objects and their relation to
Observable Phenomena. In some
Cases, it is most difficult to observe
A boundary line : fading orange
Of a sunset and the rising
Rosy morning sky ; I cannot really
Differentiate between them clearly in my mind.
Things are sometimes blurry
Running into another seamlessly
Like different colours in a painting.
I feel at one just watching
A white full moon in the sky
That makes here and there a one
by Hemal Jayasuriya
Poetry thrives in a shadowy, allusive world in which feelings that can be un-pinnable in precise language come into a reality all their own. It may seem to have little to do with the world of facts and experimentation that is science. If all that there is can be explained by what we see and/or what we can prove, what need is there for poetry?
POEM
Differentation
More Poems by Hemal Jayasuriya
- Edge of a Beach
- Random Walks
- Young and Old
- Olympia
- Interdependence
- Soul Mountain
- Most Strange
- Starburst
- Ordering Into Shape, Unpredictable
- Rashomon
- Prospera’s World
- You are my woman of abstract
- A Leaf In Free Fall, Rotating
- Empty Dot Amongst Moving Matter
- Tom’s Clock
- Women and Men
- The Feel of Beauty
- Vacuum Fluctuations
- Into The Woods
- Birds Sing
- Starlight
- From Zero to Meaning
- In A Third Space : Science And Humanities
- Light of the Non-existent Sun
- Where is Time
- Events Jostle Inside The Black Box