Thursday, October 31, 2013

On bad poetry

A sonnet about bad poetry
Is such a sitting duck to write bad
Poetry, that the mind is made sad
Contemplating it. Casuistry
Mixed with ingenious puppetry
Of words, passed off as verse, make a mad-
Dening brew; the perpetrator's glad
Smile the epitaph of artistry.

But there is redemption in restraint
For history's cruel treatment of
Poetasters bears silent witness
That their glories if any are faint;
And while in this day the world may scoff
At true art, it alone is ageless.

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