My oh my, Pen! Your whole comment is ambiguous to me and I will have to re-read it several times to come to a concrete meaning ;) So far my brain interpreted, "Ambiguity pisses me off!" hehe

Truly ambiguous things really frustrate me and I have frustrated myself before with even my own things as I am still not able to say what they mean given the outside input of what others think they mean it tends to be a case of I did not think of that which is good merging my inner with the outer and giving me "control" thereby validating something.

Perhaps we are, at the heart, puzzle solvers. Puzzles produce a challenge to solve and life would be boring without puzzles to solve! The fact that you get frustrated tells me that solving the meaning, means something to you otherwise you wouldn't bother feeling frustrated about it.

I will not even begin to do a deep interpretation of abstract/minimalist art. LOL The only thing I can gather from it is whether or not the patterns and colors make me feel good or bad. Some though does border on insanity temper tantrums.

Yes, poetry is very much filled with ambiguity. And that poem you shared...hmmm I would interpret it to mean he feels you have to have a story to get curated by the magical curation fairies but he prefers putting out abstract thought with no punchline and doesn't appear to like the boards or those that exploit them. How does it correlate with the second poem? I'm not sure either. hmmm

The cover photo to the last photo with the bird is my play on the ambiguity of Joan Miro's ambiguous art series he did on a single black line against a white canvas (the one mentioned in the story with my child's interpretation of the artist running out of paint). I simply wanted to 'add a little color' and meaning to it...while being ambiguous in the process. Ambiguous humor ;)

Miro's black line series: https://www.tate.org.uk/context-comment/blogs/miros-minimal-series-painting-on-white-background