Today I have two poems – not because I am boastful or greedy – they arrived in quick succession on the same page, so it felt wrong to separate them. They also didn’t have names until I realised that they were about words and ideas – how they are formed and what we do with them in a linear time universe.
Carbon shaped over sequested carbon
Adding to other ideas already in stasis
Holding imprecise symbolic meaning
To be hung on a wall,
Hidden in a drawer,
Or thrown away with the other detritus
of a life barely half-lived.
Created as digitised ink would not alter their fate
Even the bits and bytes degrade
Falling into an ever smaller world of
powdered sandstone and forgotten love.
The best I can hope for is a fired neuron
A temporary reaction
In your imagination
That will quickly dissipate
Along with all the fragments of
Ideas only ever half developed –
The symbols I fought to embed
And that you never saw.