Poetry is Insipid

Shouldn’t poetry be full of wordplay and rhyme?

And sound and meter,

Patterns and numbers and count and dictation?

Shouldn’t poetry be love and life and growth?

And where is it all?

When did poetry die–unannounced, behind my back?

A question, buried in history.

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