Indomitable, Dorjee ~ and why I love poetry
Indomitable:adjective
Incapable of being conquered, overrun, or subjugated: invincible, unconquerable..
I have often thought of the words – invincible, unconquerable, indomitable and felt that none of these words could apply to me. I am a horrible cry baby, weeping like a sopping maniac at movies or clips on YouTube, all the while glancing furtively around, hoping no one will notice! I am not physically strong either, well proportioned (!!) yes, since the last few years have been too kind to me…. :P
But these words, in particular Dorjee, indomitable, makes me realize that we are, in essence, all of us, just that, indomitable. Fearless and courageous as we face each day, some with greater adversities, but nonetheless, face we do, conquering some, succumbing to the others.
We live with the knowledge that all is not in vain, that there is a higher purpose for which we have been called, even if and especially if we are just mothers and wives and daughters and sisters. I always thought and believed that there were others who were stronger than me, those that could stand tall and firm and not be afraid. I realize now that we are all the same though, mostly afraid and yet living life as best we can.
In my struggles over the years to overcome the pain and the darkness that threatened to overpower me, I found that prose didn’t quite cut it like verse does. My sentences were long and rambling and many times, overloaded with emotion, mostly self-pity. I would write, then delete and write and delete some more, to the point where I was mostly stuck on para one.
Verse, on the other hand,
Is short, cryptic, perhaps even
Veering on the acerbic.
And yet, nothing else quite
Emotes, articulates
Encapsulates, reinforces
Quite like the verse does.
Hence the poems....
I hope you enjoy them, even though some of them are a bit dark and by that I mean gloomy… J so here is one from the book – enjoy and please do add in your comments!
Incapable of being conquered, overrun, or subjugated: invincible, unconquerable..
I have often thought of the words – invincible, unconquerable, indomitable and felt that none of these words could apply to me. I am a horrible cry baby, weeping like a sopping maniac at movies or clips on YouTube, all the while glancing furtively around, hoping no one will notice! I am not physically strong either, well proportioned (!!) yes, since the last few years have been too kind to me…. :P
But these words, in particular Dorjee, indomitable, makes me realize that we are, in essence, all of us, just that, indomitable. Fearless and courageous as we face each day, some with greater adversities, but nonetheless, face we do, conquering some, succumbing to the others.
We live with the knowledge that all is not in vain, that there is a higher purpose for which we have been called, even if and especially if we are just mothers and wives and daughters and sisters. I always thought and believed that there were others who were stronger than me, those that could stand tall and firm and not be afraid. I realize now that we are all the same though, mostly afraid and yet living life as best we can.
In my struggles over the years to overcome the pain and the darkness that threatened to overpower me, I found that prose didn’t quite cut it like verse does. My sentences were long and rambling and many times, overloaded with emotion, mostly self-pity. I would write, then delete and write and delete some more, to the point where I was mostly stuck on para one.
Verse, on the other hand,
Is short, cryptic, perhaps even
Veering on the acerbic.
And yet, nothing else quite
Emotes, articulates
Encapsulates, reinforces
Quite like the verse does.
Hence the poems....
I hope you enjoy them, even though some of them are a bit dark and by that I mean gloomy… J so here is one from the book – enjoy and please do add in your comments!
# Beauty and the Beast
Attractive? No
Mundane at best
Desirable? Most definitely not
The odds of that
Laughable at most.
What and who
Decides then
What is best?
The beauty that lies
Without?
Too oft, too much
The burden lies
On rosy lips
And buxom thighs.
No scant regard
For hearts within
Or sentiments,
And souls that sing.
Alas, our worlds now be
Always and only
Besotted, beguiled
Smitten be,
With appearances, forms
And skin, flashes white
That, and bosoms tight.
No place therein
For halves as I
No spaces then
For those
That fit not right
No measure, still
No place! No place!
Shrill voices cry.
Discarded, forgotten
Laid waste beside
For there is the one
And only one
The meter, the cadence
That gauges us all
The one that says
This, then is one
The fairest of all..
~Judith Vaddi
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