there’s a void where there once was vocabulary
there’s a patch worn through where there once were words
but I have hope
if in the beginning there was the word
and if despite the void that word was heard
then it matters little if my words are slurred
and their meaning blurry
for, you see
there is no hurry
no need to stress, scurry and scamper about
no need to stand on metaphorical rooftops and shout out
at the imaginary skyline
for there is still time
still time to be present in the present
leave the past that the demons sent you to
the wounds can heal if the bullets all went through
if some remain
you know what you are meant to do
a god sent you here to do
but, you say
if in the beginning there was no word?
not even a speck of dust to be disturbed
all silent and not even a nothing there to see?
that deflates my analogy?
No it doesn’t
because, you see, it is all metaphor to me
I am not christian nor muslim nor buddhist nor pagan
but as my life is finite
there’s a place where it began
as to why I exist?
Because I can
and all the words in the world are trapped in
consciousness awareness perception
so we can´t have true conception of the
there are always words
words to be
served savoured and heard
that is the beginning
that is the end©Ulf Hässelbäck
For the second time I’m happy and grateful to host Ulf Hässelbäck, who shares this poem from 2008.
Also linking to Open Link #280 – LIVE! at dVerse.
I LOVE this poem, especially hearing it aloud!
This reading was so well done, my thoughts went to Descartes actually, not just writer’s block but actually write to exist…
Have you heard the reading by Alicia Keys, (POW) Prisoner of Words Unsaid,,,?
It was both a surprise and a treat to see a new face and hear you read this poem so well. It reads like a Psalm to me. Sweet words, the beginning and the end. Hope to see/read you a dVerse again, Ulf.
The opening line is such a hook! :D It was lovely having you with us at the LIVE event. 💝💝
I don’t which I enjoyed more, the work or the delivery. I suppose it was the delivered work. Welcome aboard & huge thanks for sharing! Salute.
This is a beautiful meditation and I always love a circle. This one leaves room to get in, which is the best kind. (K)
I was entranced with your poetry reading …. beautiful write, perfectly rendered. Cheers.
Your delivery at the live event was perfect. The emotion of wanting/needing those words came through so well.
Fabulous reading, Ulf, and welcome to the gang at Open Link Night! Coming back to your poem this morning, I could hear your voice in it. I enjoyed the gentle conversational tone in ‘you see’, patient and knowing. I love the line there’s a patch worn through where there once were words’ and the repeated ‘er’ sound in the end rhymes, and agree totally with the lines:
‘there are always words
words to be
served savoured and heard’.
Here we are, a brief part of the universe endued with some sort of awareness, and perhaps even self awareness. Thank you for sending yours out Ulf. I am not sure that words are the beginning o the end of it, however, it is that rail that we humans, and particularly poets ride, but I believe there can be consciousness without words, but I really think I would hate that, an aphasic stroke would feel like a type of death to me, but I would adapt. When I have an experience that I cannot put into words, that part of the universe seems elusive, if not always a little dead. I enjoyed this read from a neuroscientist on consciousness without language. So if words are a subset, trapped as you say, at least they truly are best when “served, savored, and heard.” Thank you for the entree. :)
This is a wonderful, thought-provoking poem, and it was a treat to hear Ulf read it!
USF, this is so well crafted, the sounds just roll around and spill off of each other. Brilliant work!