Complex, Complicated Poem by Sandra Feldman
Complex, Complicated
We are not Amoebas,
The first Cell?
We are Complex Cells,
Made in Heaven and in Hell,
Do I not sound well?
No, I am not well,
I continually delve,
Into the History of our Past,
The History the gods have denied,
So that mortals Never know the Truth.
But I Want to Know!
I want to defy the gods!
And tell them it isn't so,
That we are but clay,
And other chemicals,
That we do not know.
I want Love to Save the World,
When I know it can't be Saved!
We are such low creatures,
So depraved!
Life is complex,
Complicated,
And from the beginning,
Truth was quickly seized
Guillotined and buried.
We are so weak!
I am not too sure if I have understood the poem well. 'The History the gods have denied, So that mortals Never know the Truth.' - Which truth are you referring to? The note seems just not enough, to explain this, as also: 'And from the beginning, Truth was quickly seized Guillotined and buried.' However, few would argue over the main theme of the poem, that life is complex, complicated. Being tormented by these complexities, the mind sometimes turns rebellious, forms a low opinion about life itself, as you said: 'We are such low creatures, So depraved! ' This poem seems to me, a departure from your usual thread of writings, like love, beauty, nature, music, art, poetry and small niceties overlooked by ordinary mortals.
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5/12/2024 4:01:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Past memories! ! ! Muse of mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.