Darkness, Emptiness, by Knox Juliet
But what is dark when there is no light to see
And what is empty when there is no thing to feel
But what is silent when there is no sound to hear
And what is confined when there is no space to fill
A dark, empty, silent, confined, room
nothing but a child
A child who knows nothing of the world around
Who knows only this dark, silent, confined and empty space
A child who knows not land nor water, language nor speech, sight nor feeling
A child who knows not people
Does the child think?
How does a child, with no knowledge think?
Does the child feel?
How does a child, with nothing feel?
Does the child see? Hear? Sense?
This is life.
A life of nothing, but life, nevertheless.
The child knows of nothing, nothing but this room.
This dark, empty, silent and confined room.
Could it be, that it is pure?
Influenced by nothing from the outside world?
A dark and empty canvas, with nothing on it?
Or, just by living has it already been painted?
Painted, by a coat of blackness, emptiness, silence, and confinement.
Just one flash of light, one bolt of sound, would paint something new
In just one moment, everything could change
But what is time, when there is no length to measure it by?
Larry Conners from Northern Arizona on October 08, 2020:
Your creative and thought-provoking poem has inspired me to question what is knowledge...
Most knowledge is acquired by the personal environment, experience, media, and language that surrounds a child...Some knowledge is inherent...Defecation, hunger, taste, inquisitiveness, physical movement, all contribute to an expanding inherent knowledge base created by the artificial environment posited that challenges the child...
Thank you for this provocative poem...