Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2012
On the far corner of my hall hangs a giant poster. Janeway is leading
her crew through the unknown. Spruced up so nice, you could
mistake it for a wall. My cupboard of skeletons. Beware, uncover the secret
at your own risk! Sometimes though, I wonder why we don't just accept:
aren't we all about the mean? Good man. On average, I am. White crows,
do exist! Everyone knows but crows are black. Of course the extent counts.
Of deviance I mean. But trust, you must.  I am a monkey that learned to
think. So are you.  I learn my religion, I learn my culture. I learn to act:
my part in the Play. Life is a rule-bound game we choose to accept.
I rebel too. When the rules aren't fun no more.  Isn't that true of me
as of you? Meantime, meanwhile, mean love. On the average lets seek:
'Mean Time' is one of Britain's poet-laureate Carol Ann Duffy's excellent early anthologies: I had an idea for a different play on the title, presented here :)

Exceptions such as white crows are used in ancient Indian philosophical tracts to convey fallacies in reasoning.
Prabhu Iyer
Written by
Prabhu Iyer  Quantum Dot
(Quantum Dot)   
  1.2k
   bex, ---, K Mae, victoria, CA Guilfoyle and 4 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems