Greetings, dear digital friends!
This week’s poem is a dramatic turn from the natural beauty and loving imagery of my last few releases. Sorry. Life (and poetry) are not always rainbows and unicorns.
Not sure if this piece was inspired when I heard the Rolling Stone’s “Sympathy for the Devil” on a long drive home… or if my Muses are helping me work through some ego and anger issues. Hehe.
Either way, I am always fascinated by point of view. How we are influenced or even indoctrinated by a single point of view telling us how to think or feel.
We so rarely get to hear the counterpoints or alternative points of view. Hear both sides and draw our own balanced conclusions.
This poem attempts to accomplish just that, in its own arrogant, unpleasant voice.
And maybe, just maybe, could this poem not also speak to the ego and hubris that lurks within each of us? Food for thought.
As always, I look forward to hearing your thoughts/feelings in the Comments Section below.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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a voice from somewhere asked me my name
it had been so long ‘cross time’s heartache
since someone had dared speak it aloud
i could not recall my ancient eponym
the beauty of which once made gods kneel
stolen by Legions in cruel derision
to unmask me
to reveal me
to secure me
cast me down from a throne i had earned
from dominion over all living things
where the weakest eked out punishments
cast me down from above the stars of god
castigated, thrown naked in a pit
castrated, all love neutered by covetous thieves…