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 © | Year Posted 2018

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November 28, 2018 at 3:29 PM
There is scope for all sorts of poetry John and no one should ever be put down for the style they write:-) hugs Jan xx
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November 28, 2018 at 2:19 PM
Even in death poetry reaches out with one last gasp. Nicely done John.
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