fact, opinion and poetry (not airy-fairy)

Thursday, 11 April 2013

Pretentious Guff

I read some odd new verse today;
And yet I'm told they make it pay.
Pretentious guff devoid of meaning,
Seems to be the modern leaning.

They eschew the old virtues:
Rhyme, assonance and metre
Are the sounds they do not choose.
Relying on imagination,
They despise alliteration.

Wading through the language like a beater,
Startling the reader with their prose
Which seems to have an overdose
Of structureless modernity.
I think it's called 'free verse';
The price feels right.
If anyone thinks the last verse is a bit 'free verse' itself, I reply:
'consistency is the bugbear of lesser minds'. 

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