I wrote about this stuff last year on my blog just before
Christmas. So writing about it again means it is important to me. I’m not
against new things; sometimes a change is good, but there are certain things
that should not be changed. One of those things is poetry. I’ve read some crazy
stuff, mumbo jumbo to me. I think if somebody wants to experiment with new
styles and new ideas, they should give it a new name. So these are my thoughts
on #‘Poetry’. Actually, I wrote a poem about it. Here it is:
The other day I read
a poem
And it left me
puzzled and perplexed
Where the heck is all
this goin’?
And I worry what
comes next
It didn’t make no
sense to me
Just a jumble of
crazy words
No rhyme or reason
that I could see
Even when I read it
backwards
I always thought the
words should rhyme
That’s how it used to
be
To write a real poem
takes effort and time
Until it becomes a
thing of beauty
They call it
modernist whatever that means
It still sounds like
nonsense to my ear
Just because a
sentence has its own line
Don’t make it a poem
I fear
I’ve never been a fan
of modern art
Picasso has always
left me cold
His poems may have
been written from the heart
And his pictures for
millions they sold
I don’t mean it is
crap he wrote
It just isn’t my cup
of tea
It is important here
to note
He was a genius and
will always be
Some people may say
I’m a stubborn old mule
Perhaps afraid to
embrace this new way
But I don’t think
that I’m such a fool
To believe real art
to its true form will stay
Herbert Grosshans ©2014
