And Poetry Succumbed
and poetry succumbed
its tentacles loped off
lest they touch one
who came too near
their sting drained
vitriol and venom
adrift on a motionless sea
an oil slick calm of
“Hallmarkian” mediocrity
denying the rise of waves
the hollow roar of breakers
the depth of truth’s iciness
numbing the poets soul
John G. Lawless
©11/19/2018
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2018
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