They come with sharpened pens,
dipped in the ink of insistence,
ready to carve lines into meaning,
to trim excess, to break form
where form should stand unbroken.
Poetry, they say, must kneel
before its rightful masters—
those who dictate rhythm,
who weigh metaphors against tradition,
......
They come with sharpened pens,
dipped in the ink of insistence,
ready to carve lines into meaning,
to trim excess, to break form
where form should stand unbroken.
Poetry, they say, must kneel
before its rightful masters—
those who dictate rhythm,
who weigh metaphors against tradition,
......