Why did lyric poetry die?
‘Cause caterpillars cannot fly
And no longer morph to butterflies
Pegasus now has lost his wings
To logic, not to lyric, clings
Concerned solely with words’ meanings
Can lyric poetry be restored?
Not unless we hear the words
They’ll make beauty as they find their form.
Robert King is a retired lawyer and poet living in California.
Feature Image: “Tempest” by Kerry Nelson.
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Great poetry from Robert – love the skill in the rhymes of this piece.
What a message resonating from these words. Bravo, Mr. King!!!