Looking at symbolsA Poem by BeccyThe trouble with symbols is that they are a necessary evil; and there are so many now, thirty one million, two hundred and sixty eight at last count, (sic,) red octagons my least preferred, the variable 'x', in a mathematical equation, my all time favourite. Though the 'golden arches,' comes a close second when a sudden hunger pang strikes. Sometimes, I ponder an oblate spheroid without a back up, then chide myself for not knowing its shape; that squiggly lines on a map, would simply remain squiggly lines leading to goodness knows where, semiotics and constitutive rhetoric being something I only touched on and which held little interest, unlike the poetry I read and love. One day, I will invent a symbol, do my bit, as it were. Perhaps a combination of a 'badgers crossing,' road sign and the 'all-seeing eye of providence,' which I would imbue with magic powers, so I could drive as fast as I desired on winding country roads. Secure in the knowledge that henceforth, badgers would be safe from the vagaries of my vehicular progression after closing time. Yes, that's it! That's the one, so I shall get busy on the design this instant. I mean, where I live, aside from two really nice pubs, there are an awful lot of badgers roaming the roads, and like many a symbol they are jolly hard to see in the dark. :))
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19 Reviews Added on April 9, 2020 Last Updated on April 15, 2020 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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