The poetry of yesterday
possessed a keen, yet subtle way
of speaking to the hidden parts
of humans through their feeling hearts.
For in between the rhythmic beats
while reading Dickinson or Keats,
their wise and knowing Souls would guide
their thinking minds to step aside.
And once those boundaries were gone,
enlightened thoughts of Truth would dawn;
accompanied by joy or tears,
they helped in easing mortal fears.
Although the poems of today,
at times, use language to convey
a wiser, kinder, gentler view,
confirming what we know is true;
more often, writers feel the weight
of fear, injustice, greed, and hate.
In need of comfort, they then nurse
their torment via angry verse.
To rise above collective rage,
to loose this pressure cooker’s gauge,
uniting then and now, I pen
old-fashioned poetry for a new age.