Where Have All The Pretty Poems Gone by Ann Christine Tabaka

When did poems stop rhyming
Now poems are a long laundry list of words
Some totally unrelated
Bouncing all over the page
Hard to follow
Harder to understand
Some ugly
Using unspeakable words
They make you question reality
Vague punctuated thoughts
Thrown against a wall
Spattered like paint
Dripping down in some abstract form
No more pastoral images
Only cold hard ideas
Laid out before us
Like a raw slab of meat
On a cold table
A sacrificial altar
Gone are the lyrical meters of a bygone era
Gone are all the pretty little poems

Ann Christine Tabaka was born and lives in Delaware.  She is a published poet, an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer.  She loves gardening, the ocean, and her cats.  Her poems have been published in poetry journals, reviews, and anthologies.


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