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Poetry In Flux

What's making up a poem But opinions set on paper, Colored with experience, Whate'er we call the caper. We color words with magic And set sunsets afire Or else we write conundrums To which very few aspire. Accepted styles are changing With every generation Abstract’s in, literal out. It defies deliberation!

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 8/10/2021 7:05:00 PM

So true, Barbara, and how interesting that each generation has its favorites; then, they are recycled. Nice rhymes!

Barbara Peckham
Date: 8/11/2021 4:54:00 AM

Thanks so much. Sometimes I think I am a throwback to some former generation, as I write more concrete poems. Abstract is usually not my thing, and that seems to be what poetry is all about these days.