Poet's Lament

Focused hearing was normal.

And poetry told what was what.
With sparkle.

Ancient as anything human.

Ready vehicle for
Heroic Dimensions,
Sensitivity,
Wisdom,
The Strong & The Sweet.
Propaganda.
Rhythm of Time.

Poetry is reduced.

Electronics
Envelop all delivery,
Continuously
Surpassing even itself.

Poetry is still essence,
Able to sharpen any pattern.

Obsolete medium.

Blown into echo
By waves of wider captivation.

clouds - 2018