So we like end-rhyme. Sue us. We never
thought this free-verse crap would last forever.
And maybe we cover our confusion
about modern verse with bad allusions
to things barely remembered: satyrs, odes.
Maybe our syntax is hard to decode.
And likely, yes, we remain determined
to burn every poem since the march of Sherman.
We may occasionally be guilty
of trading humor for profundity,
and if that's not bad enough, we tend to
wear it as honor when we offend you
with sighing muses, appeals to Orion.
Well, give us a break. At least we're trying.

love it.
keep it coming.
Posted by: ellen stevens | March 17, 2009 at 10:32 PM