October 03, 2006

When all is forgot...

The things that were, and the things that were not,
what do they matter when all is forgot?
What use is the candle you use for light?
When standing outside on a cold rainy night.
Do you sing songs of lamentation to a deaf ear?
or is it the sound of your own voice you wish to hear?
Do you paint pictures of your heart to a blind eye?
or do you paint so that you can hang it for passers by.
Whatever it was, and whatever it should have been,
no one can name what they have never seen.
And yet all that was, and all that was not,
what does it matter when all is forgot?

9 comments:

BuJ said...

As usual, the words and the picture mesh perfectly.
A lovely and very powerful poem.

Diligent Candy said...

Seriously good! Lovely words, beautiful thought, amazing picture and great music....

Destitute Rebel said...

Great words, so many questions and the answers to those questions seem to be right in your face. Amazing poetry Shaira. Keep writting.

Destitute Rebel said...

hey its my blogs birthday go wish it. lol

Balushi said...

Nothing is opening in ur blog!


anyways I know this Song!

Ha Ana Za said...

Beautiful entry! Hope you're still enjoying the Sham :)

Shaykhspeara Sha'ira said...

Thank you everyone.

Ha ana za, ahlan wa sahlan :) I am planning a trip to shaam soon.

Balushi, nice to see you.

rootsman sthlm said...

" Det finns en port som öppnas tyst
och stänges utan dån.
Alla vägar leda dit men ingen därifrån.

Och vägen dit är svart av folk som bara går och går
och alla frågar: Vart? Varthän?
Men ingen svaret får."

(Hjalmar Procopé)

Shaykhspeara Sha'ira said...

Gud vilken fin dikt!

Har aldrig hört talas om Hjalmar Procopé. Det är inte du själv kanske? :)