Susan2

On the contrary, I loved your poem. I myself don't often write poetry, but every now and then one pops into my mind. Most times I forget to save them and have no copies. Even then there have only been a few that I have written, well maybe more then a few over the years. From there I am only left with bits and pieces, fragments, not unlike oral traditions?

Perhaps it is that this is not unlike ancient man, who found it necessary to record their joys and sorrows, their triumphs and tragedies, their victories and defeats, then save them. The beauty was there, as was the ugly, and it would be for future generations to figure them out.


Just as unfortunate, we have no record of the ancient individual, how he truely perceived himself, juxtaposed against the tribe, other then perhaps scribbles in a cave. We have little record of his joys and sorrows, his tragedies and triumphs, his victories and defeats. The beauty that he really wanted to be, contrasted against the confusion and the ugly that life sometimes becomes. Why? Were they not allowed him?

And yet, we live in different times, and the motto of the day is 'live out loud'.

And so I'll add another scribble..............



eta: And so that there is no confusion, I sent that poem to my children as well. Titled as well, Critical thinking,

ApostateAbe

Is your poem about a three-way with a married couple and a female escort? I don't know what else it could mean. See, you make your poetry profoundly nuanced like that, and it flies over my blockhead. Oh, I get it, the top line is the title. Wait a minute, you say its titled "Critical thinking." Head asplode.

Susan2

What pronouns do you use to describe yourself?


I imagine one could use anything to describe a trinity.


When you speak, for whom are you speaking, and from whence is your source?