Modern Poetry
-- by L.B. Strawn - Copyright 1997 -- l.b.strawn@juno.com
Recently I have begun to believe,
Much to my chagrin and dread,
That the world of sensible poetry
Is on the brink of being dead.
So much of what I see in the books
Of the published poets of this age,
Makes me shudder, and I ask myself,
"Is this the trend? Is this the gauge?"
I guess I have been somewhat blind
‘Cause it's been famous for many years.
My poetry belongs to those of the past,
Which brings to my mind great fears.
Most of this modern poetry has such
Rambling dialogue and hidden meaning
That I ask myself, "What does it say?
What is the message I should be gleaning?"
And, punctuation is a thing of the past;
I don't even know how it should be accented.
What are we telling our children in school,
"That it doesn't matter how it is presented?"
But---that seems to be the accepted form
Of any well known poet, published, today
Will that remain the tolerated norm?
Is it here for a while, or, here to stay?
I trust the poetic world will return
Not only to rhythmic but rhyming as well;
And hope that the present day modernist
Hasn't sounded, to rhyming, the death knell.