"I own with reason: for, if men but knew
Some fixed end to ills, they would be strong
By some device unconquered to withstand religions and the menacings of seers."
Lucretius (roman Poet)
Oh wild west wind
no that poem has been written
one shoe two blue shoes
again that stanza had its run.
Alas, eons of years ago
before I arrived on this merry-go-around
a brilliant man has thought the same - !
So how can anyone dare to write
anything because plus cela change
plus c'est la meme chose.
And yet, each poet, each writer,
even each primary schooler scribbles
in the hope that something new
will erupt out of the morass
out of the mixture of words
following certain rules
at least trying to suppress the norms
no rules - becomes the rule
hence the henchman of words
Kill not the poet -
hail the message
or vice versa - total obscurity.
today in poetry - therefore
we have to revert to
old tried rhythms and blues
(alas another cliche)
a full glorious moon
a sad wintry morn
a bleak beige daybreak
pick your picture -
cut and paste
with luck - you end up
with a sonnet or
a bonnet where the bees
can frolic
a thought is no longer
a solid....
(fill in the blank yourself, dear reader!)
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