by <a href="https://instituteofreflection.com/author/hemal-jayasuriya/" target="_self">Hemal Jayasuriya</a>

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

Soul Mountain

On the Sole Mountain
One Soul there unseen amongst the howling wind.
Mountain, a lost Soul, unspeaking
Remained, unmoving, unshakable.
I alone stood, swaying, ducking
Out of the way of icy Waves
Falling from on high
Mingling on their way with the cold Fires
Of the burnt out stars ; they are there
Still clutching and pulling in
On themselves and other matter
Crushing all Carbons to a New, making
Unseen Diamonds in the sky.
Mountain called another. But there was only me