Barbara Peckham Poet Rhyme

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!

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

L Milton Hankins August 10, 2021 at 7:05 PM So true, Barbara, and how interesting that each generation has its favorites; then, they are recycled. Nice rhymes! Barbara Peckham August 11, 2021 at 4:54 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.