Poetry is

Poetry is dead/ Like poets/ Who explored the flowers/ And the birds/ And the glasses/ Full of scotch/ And whisky/ And the beers/ And the sobs of babies/ And full grown men/ And the terrors of war/ And the throes of ecstasy/ And afterlife/ And the howls/ And the ghosts that howled/ And love/ And lovers/ And mistresses/ And muses/ And trembling/ Whether in fear/ Or in lust/ Or in anger/ Or in utter exhaustion/ And the lengthening days/ And relentless nights/ And skittering field mice/ And watchful owls/ And the moon/ And the stars/ And the sun/ And the universe/ And God.

Reviews

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

humm if poetry is dead than why are you and i here? and what are these things that we scribble on the back of scraps of paper? We are much alive as evident in your writing. Or maybe this is sarcasm? enjoyed the poem.....

[J. Land]

I like your unique structure here. The polysyndeton works well at emphasizing your points. Be careful about usage ("throes" instead of "throws"). Good writing. It'll have me thinking a while.

[J. Land]

I like your unique structure here. The polysyndeton works well at emphasizing your points. Be careful about usage ("throes" instead of "throws"). Good writing. It'll have me thinking a while.

[Mizo4]

nice write. :) i enjoyed reading it

[DIVYA]

A strong statement. Yes, poetry today does lack the soul of the bygone great poets. I would have loved to read why you think it is dead.

[Sami Khalil]

A very interesting poem. Thank you for sharing...:)................

[Baby Ricochet]

Poetry is in the mind of the writing

[Kelly Scheppers]

You have some extraordinary "snippets" in there, Alene...it's wonderful!