The Primitive Streak
21January 4, 2017 by petrujviljoen
Artwork image copyright Petru J Viljoen
I can’t see it. The love that is. It’s probably
my fault. Too engrossed with the shadow-
play on the walls of my skull.
An inner life?
While waiting.
Understanding,
or insight if you will, is elusive.
Here you have it. See? Here it is. This
is what it is. This is what it’s like
then the light changes and
it is gone.
Some unseen, unknown,
unrealised aspect of the self-
same void revealed …
continually
undone
………………………
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Insight that becomes a whisper and then silence…is it lost or just buried somewhere deep, waiting for it’s time to resurface? Who knows. Love the poem. Thoughtful piece.
Thoughtful comment. Thank you.
For whatever reason, I cannot see the accompanying artwork. For me, it made your lines all the more poignant. Especially “The shadow -play on the walls of my skull.” it is such an evocative line, the fleetingness of it .
Probably because the art is a work in progress. I just needed to put it out there so I, in fact, could see it better. If that makes any sense.
Do our words reveal our inner self? Mostly I find that others find more than what I put in…
I like your placement of the stones. The large one to the left reminds me of an ear.
Maybe we need to listen and hear ourselves more?
Thanks for stopping by. Hope to see you at Quickly’s.
Interesting artwork to accompany your words. Perhaps we must learn to seek new beginnings within the shadows….sometimes the most precious is not in the open and takes a bit more effort to find.
Deep thoughts..
Shadow play on the walls of your skull? That is such a unique and interesting way to describe it, to word it. Fascinating.
Thanks. It’s from Plato.
Ah, of course….the Cave Allegory 🙂 Brilliant!
The most famous allegory coming from Plato. 🙂
It is elusive and the pursuit is never done and over ~ Thanks for sharing your reflection ~
That’s an interesting abstract photo. To me it looks like the inner workings of someone’s mind, the pieces on the ends as ears. It goes very well with your verse, the self same unrealized …
I can see it: Rocks as ears, of course, but also inside the cell of one’s skull, ephemeral—never long enough to self-congratulate—interpretations of the ever-changing shadows. Plato plus Freud, I believe. Good work.
Thanks!
How futile if can be to find a new beginning, when it just flashes by and then is gone… maybe we have to find the lesser shadow rather than a sunlit path… in the long run it might help.
The lesser shadow – one may stay cooler that way for one thing. 🙂
Your own artwork works well too, as you soar out of the box & beyond the prompt, I love the white light vibe of this piece, where sardonic turns gentle, where shards of hope spill through lace & bone, where existential angst finds fecund hugs. I like your lines /too engrossed with the shadow-/play on the walls of my skull/.
Thank you! I wrote in a daze of insomnia early this morning and realised only later the disjointedness of this piece. Love your comment, sheer inspiration all by itself, seeing things I had no idea were there.
Nice…organic take on how our stream of thought flows and stops…
i like that revelation for a split second….