A tinted light, blood Red
Paints the sky above the Horizon.
The coolness, azure blue, of the Atlantic
Calms the Self to an unspiking stillness.
Seagulls flap their wings unceasingly
Tirelessly drawing out uncoloured Curves
In the evening sky. Dining Philosophers get up
Restlessly stride up and down corridors, loiter
Around, unable to know the deeps
Of Mind and Consciousness driving them, now, for
Two thousand years. Why are there
No blue shadows on the ground.
I yearn to eat a yellow strawberry
And bite a blue tomato ; where in Space can I find them
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
Edge of a Beach
More Poems by Hemal Jayasuriya
- Random Walks
- Young and Old
- Olympia
- Interdependence
- Soul Mountain
- Most Strange
- Starburst
- Ordering Into Shape, Unpredictable
- Rashomon
- Differentation
- 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