Present-Day Poetry

I am so angry
with present-day poetry,
in poetry passing review.
When reading the poets
of present-day poetry,
I’m flummoxed, bewildered, bemused.
No rhyme, nor meter;
no beating with time.
No accentual syllabic
to be found in the Line.
But then that’s the freedom
of Art for Art’s sake
in present-day poetry
for which I berate.
Perhaps I’m just angry
that some is so swell
that I can’t comprehend,
nor write it as well.
copyright 2012.

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