Monday, August 22, 2011

THE DAILY IMPROV #8

Poetically Pathetic

There are problems with The writing of poetry.
the biggest,
the poem shouldn't Sound too much like
a poem,
otherwise it smells
up the page, nothing
but farts and belches
on each line, stinking,
breath, ass and feet,
nothing original,
only that organic earthiness
that comes with rot.

The poems that rhyme like those by Shelly, and Byron, Suess
and Ogden Nash were clever
and enlightening, but the advent
of pop music and the greeting
card business has ruined the A B A format.
The four lines per stanza with alternating rhyming lines
Leaves me cold,
especially my old Beatle's, Pink Floyd inspired stuff,
the whole moon, June, croon, spoon thing irritates me.
And I really become annoyed when a poem states the obvious.

We owe to ourselves to explore beyond the obvious.
Each line should contain the microcosms of a tiny universe,
that blend each macroscopic mmmmm with every ahhhhh.
That moment of vindication.
when the obvious is transcended
Virgil is not needed as guide through each concentric circle
Of hell.

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