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Nobody knows what Poetry is any more
Nobody knows
What Poetry is
Any more!
lines starting
without capitalisation;
Rhymes denied,
Abstraction upon abstraction;
Words jumbled (often meaninglessly);
Mysterious writing,
Or maybe the mystery
Is why the words were written
in
the
first
place
!
The only test is time
And perhaps, taste.
I may choose to string a few words together
If I can somehow summon the inspiration;
But I worry
About the state of the art;
I worry,
And other people write!
And so I ask you,
Does anybody actually know
What poetry is any more?
I worry,
And other people write!
That’s the way it is!
And so, Good Night!
I think my first experience with REAL POETRY was at about age five ...where I learned the poem ...to the rhyme of JUMP in the lake...Swallow a snake...come up and die with a bellyache...hmmm is that real poetry? :) LOL
dont you think its a little unfair to knock other peoples expresions? this poem strikes me as a little arogant, dont you think? people have individual motivations and style, no need to rip on that. And so, good night
I worry, too.
Oh! So true! What in the world are we to do?!
By George, I think he's got it!!! Here is something that might address your concern. Then, as you know,it is all a matter of taste. Some Miracle poet, soothe with balsam a soul blistered with the salve of your word poetry cools the pain and eases wounds and smooth the pages that vanish misery and cures disease and distress poetry is some miracle within the rhyme or perhaps the cadence like a lullabye for a crying child rocking the soul and taking the mind by a gentle hand on narrow paths where truth unfolds deception leaving pollution in a distant landscape deborah elizabeth short-horne russell, 2000 © 2001