Poetica: At year's end? New Year’s resolve?
George Simons
Creator and Editor of diversophy?. Consulting, training in IC communication & negotiation
Two Thousand Seventeen,
another year turns to a close.
Why take note of it?
Is it convention,
an agreed time fantasy,
to locate lost selves?
To map our failures,
our beginnings and endings,
conquests and defeats?
Why mark passing years?
My face tells you I am older.
Why calendar dates?
To save us from us?
To fantasize starts and stops?
To forget? To hope?
Get days behind us?
Ask time for absolution?
Baby New Year born?
Party in death's face?
Insolent mortality
vaunts its right to be?
Winners write history
about themselves, not the rest.
Their gain, others' shame.
Solstice or solace?
Half the spinning world is dark,
the other half bright.
Just geography?
What is it that makes us war?
Impoverished spirit?
Forget the future?
Take what is and fake the rest?
Our mother earth weeps.
Authenticity
may buy more than counterfeit –
it's cash, not credit.
Festina lente. (Make haste, but slowly.)
O tempora, o mores! (Oh, what strange times we live in!)
Vive ut vivas. (Live life to the full.)