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Poem: Ode to a Sentient Life

Updated on August 24, 2012
“Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.”  ― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
“Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.” ― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams

Ode to Tender and Sentient Souls

"The truth about childhood is stored up in our body, and although we can repress it, we can never alter it. Our intellect can be deceived, our feelings manipulated, our perceptions confused, and our body tricked with medication. But someday the body will present its bill" —Alice Miller

We need to promote kindness. Human beings learn from kindness, not from abuse. David Helfgott was a child prodigy who had an abusive father whose prophecy was to possess his son and his craft. He subjected David to so much harm that he had to be placed in an institution. David's harbinger later on in adult life was his wife who brought him back to his music, but unfortunately, a price was exacted on this poor sensitive soul. Enjoy David's musical prowess and as you read this poem.

This piece is dedicated to all the victims of abuse.


One day falls into another with nowhere to go.

A life with no purpose,

a life all alone.

Emptiness is a void that drains veins dry.

A once vibrant body

is no longer alive.

Colors fade into darkness, nothing beats on the horizon.

A once sentient life, no longer enlivened.

Surrounded by falsehood, cloaked in secrecy,

partakers gloat at the corpse beneath them.

Sequelae overtakes the once living soul,

deteriorating it until it is no longer whole.

This force that did adumbrate, cast its

net and forcibly it did infiltrate.

Though disingenuous as this force may be,

I must believe there is a harbinger

that awaits me.


A Homage to a Tender Soul and Brilliant Artist, David Helfgott

A Movie About David Helfgott's Life

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    sweethearts2 4 years ago from Northwest Indiana

    This leaves me speachless..a beautiful dedication

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    Why???????

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    Vincent Moore 4 years ago

    Brilliant artist indeed, I was taken by his amazing talent on the keyboard. For some reason I kept reflecting back to a movie that really disturbed me when I first saw it back in Montreal in the 70's it was the "Music Lovers" music by Tchaikovsky and the actors were Richard Chamberlain and Glenda Jackson.

    I was so moved by it and wept knowing my soul at the time and mental anguish I was going through with abuse at home as a teen. I also struggled with Tchaikovsky as he was tormented with his love and music. Such a powerful movie for Richard at the time and then later finally revealing his sexual preference. He didn't stray to far from the truth about himself when he played the character role of Tchaikovsky in this particular movie.

    This is a brilliant piece you penned here and I am taken back by your words.

    "Colors fade into darkness, nothing beats on the horizon.

    A once sentient life, no longer enlivened."

    Oh how I was so dismal at this time in my life, these words so were the colour of my life at the time and impart great sorrow and meaning to me as I read them now.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    Thank you so very much, Vincent. I am honored by your accolades. And, I am so very glad this piece touched you spiritually.

    Many artists of all disciplines are tormented souls of sorts. If nothing else, deeply sensitive---it is how the creative mind exists.

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