Octosyllabic rhyme was killed.
Her epitaph I chisel here…
so face the book and feed your twit;
while I the rhythmic record clear.
The sad remains of Lyric Wit
are here interred—no more to rise
(lest poets’ brains be forced to think
and plummet from post-modern skies).
You phonies scrolling Twitter-blink
and scribblers with advanced degrees
look up, and hearken to these words
while feigning your conceited ease.
The academic gallows-birds
reviewing chap-books, high on fluff
make darker the sepulchral gloom—
as if it wasn’t dark enough.
The verdict’s in and all assume,
as measured meaning leaves the court,
he meant to kill her (Poetry).
Life sentences are written short.
The killer, grinning artlessly
in blank-verse handcuffs, void of rhyme,
composes abstract lines: the dull
memoirs of his poetic crime.
The prosecution’s notes are full
the case is made, the jury hears
his guilt made evident, at least.
The victim’s mother melts in tears
He murdered her himself, the beast.
then dumped her: a deflowered rose.
His incoherent imagery
dismembered her like slaughtered prose.
She met her end lamentably;
He did her in and cut her down
thus shortening her metered day.
(murderous, evil, free-verse clown!)
Behold her grave—where grass turns hay
as poets’ bones subside to dust;
her soul with God to reconvene
(or wander in bemused disgust).
Her grave-site paints a pastoral scene,
poetic fodder: life from death…
and calves shall fatten near her tomb.
Oh coward reader: take a breath !
lol! My poet grandmother would love you. She hated modern poetry. I blame it on mood stabilizers. There is no better way to cool a manic brain than through rhyming and creatively connecting un-connectable dots. Art requires a somewhat, manic state that the Brave New World won’t tolerate.
And I love the poem.:0)
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Joy ! I need more of you in my soul ☺
(My favorite hillbilly… )
I feel almost compulsive about poetry sometimes. Your grandma and I are proud haters of postmodern drivel.
Thanks for the visit
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Someday, I’ll share one of my favorite grandma poems with you, “Hill Woman’s Garden” :0)
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Bravo! A brilliant denunciation of the modern disregard for poetic style! My thoughts exactly. I’d expect to read something this incisive from Oscar Wilde. Excellent!
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Thank you my cinematic friend.
Let us continue to “versify our portfolios” ☺
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Gladly. :)
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