Mar 14, 2016 The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Incomplete
Complete and Incomplete
©March 14th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
What would you say if I
Took your life and mine
And wove both into a
Tapestry that told a tale
Of two people long ago
Who completed each other
But were complete before
They met each other,
And yet, more so,
After?
Would you say,
That does not make sense
But here, here’s my life.
Take it, weave it, and tell the tale
Of how we were incomplete
Like how the earth and sky
Are incomplete, one without
The other.
Tell the tale of how there was
Hydrogen and oxygen, and
Then there was water.
All are complete in themselves,
But water, more sustaining than the
Sum of its parts.
No matter. Here we are,
Atoms and molecules
In eternal dance, held
By tight invisible bands
Flowing freely, loosely
Together, yet, shaping
Themselves to whatever
Container they fill.
And all this,
A tale told in a tapestry
That someone will
Find one day, perhaps,
Or, which will dissolve
In time, and re-unite
With air and sun
And water.
Completeness and incompleteness
Are only part of a long, long dance
And we’ll never see it to its end,
For we’ll be long gone.
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Tags: #Daily Prompt, #Incomplete, #Original Poetry
Mar 14, 2016 Daily Life, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Incomplete
Incomplete
March 13th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Why is it SO hard to write about this topic? I began TWO poems before this post, and discarded them.
I think I know the reason why.
It’s because INCOMPLETE is the dirge of my days. Incomplete this, and incomplete that, and incomplete something else.
It’s not that I’m a slacker. It’s just that I can’t keep up sometimes. Or, perhaps, I just dream big dreams, sometimes — no, not lofty ones, like saving the earth, or the oceans, or helping one homeless person every day. No, just BIG dreams … like I WILL clean up my room that’s overflowing with seventeen years worth of teaching-related papers and books that I do not, and will not want to use ever again.
Or, I WILL finish reading “The Defender – How the Legendary Black Newspaper Changed America,” in between dealing with cooking, housework, other work, laundry, taking child and dog here and there, going to drum group, playing the guitar, singing with my family knitting, taking walks, writing … and starting a new life.
Two years, I began TWO novels, and have not completed them. Arrgh!
Is it fear of committing myself to the ultimate step (for me)?
No, more likely, it’s just inertia. It’s like getting my sitar out of its case, and actually playing it, instead of moaning and groaning about how I haven’t played it recently.
Once I begin, I go on. I know that. So, what am I waiting for?
Oh, yes, I’ll finish writing this post. Unfinished laundry awaits me, and after that, sleep … perhaps.
Goodnight!
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Tags: #Incomplete, Meanderings
Mar 13, 2016 Original Poetry, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Incomplete
Unfinished
©March 13th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
The brush moves in strokes
And a painting is born
The bell rings; like smoke,
The image is gone.
Turn back to the brush
Take up a new one.
You feel there’s no rush
When you bloom in the sun.
And work you’ve begun
Ere the bell was rung?
And dreams where you’ve run
For a goal that’s won?
So what about it? Ah, this
You’ll work at early and late
Your unfinished work is
The future that waits.
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Tags: #Incomplete, #Unfinished