Happy New Year everyone! I hope your year is starting well. Here’s the first poem I’ve written in 2023, accompanied by some AI generated Art (generated based on lines from the poem).
A Tyranny of Symbols
We are like catapults casting symbols across a chasm
At war with abstractions
Where common sense is not so common
And the least common denominator is always left in the back alley to rot in the fifth of our own making.
For what reason did we choose the sounds and muscles that make the word love,
For language is a tide,
With words in and out of fashion
Eb, and flow,
Push, and pull,
All tides have a time of their choosing
And yet so many choose to attack the waters with fist and blade and hate,
Until knuckles are bloody at the long lingering task of
What symbol flung upon your body or taken by choice has ever brought you wholeness
Instead of fracture?
Lines in the sand for which we dare not cross
We collect symbols to adorn our naked bodies
Rather than recognizing our rapturous reality,
We fling like catapults,
Into the dark,
Hoping for illumination
Weapons of mutually assured destruction.
We set words on fire,
Arguing to unburden ourselves
Shift the load from our shoulders
And weigh down another
To slow their speech,
Grasp the sand,
Hold it tight,
Do not let slip a single grain
The finger pointing to the moon,
Is not the moon.