This is not a poem.
This is a country divided.
This is a country going two directions at once.
This is a country divided against itself.
This is too obvious.
One nation under.
This is not.
Do you live here?
On which side?
Divided we.
For how long?
Against who?
Against what?
This is not.
How much anger?
How much pity?
How much sorrow?
How long can it continue?
For what? For why?
This is too obvious.
This is not.
This is not a poem.
(The oppositional flag image to which this poem is responding, is upon the
proverbial visual blog. I do find my "snap" disposition going more and more
en double - which is to say I have trouble, recently, separating the
consciousness into two operations. I am talking to images and they are
talking back to me. Picto-Texto seems the recent calling. Finding it great,
improvisatory fun. God knows what photographer pros think of my skills with
the camera. Poets can ask what are images are doing to my grip on the
language. It might be all down from here! Or not. )
Stephen Vincent
Blog: http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
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