Is love of poetry now non-existent?
reduced to just a jumble of words
thoughts carelessly thrown about
some even bordering on the absurd
Perhaps the age of romance is really over
Perhaps just the grotesqueries of this age
Perhaps its the new definition of beauty
Perhaps simply the lack of patronage?
Perhaps its simply a question of taste
and what you can really appreciate
With the words can you form a bond?
into the authors thoughts integrate
Could one be moved by a news story?
especially one written quite passionately?
could one be attracted to nuances within
Might that be even called poetry?
literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of
feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm;
poems collectively or as a genre of literature
Perhaps its open to interpretation
like the myriad of forms out there
How might it evolve in the years to come
I think, I wonder, I despair...