Art Of Poetry.......The - Poem by Irene ClarkHogg
Many teachers are destroying poetry.
We are losing what was once an art.
It is not just prose cut into lines;
But a form of writing quite apart.
They encourage their pupils to spill out words,
Without rhythm and without form,
Lacking meter or any structure;
So only chaos is now the norm.
They have even persuaded compilers
Of dictionaries to define as a word
Prose-poetry: an oxymoron.
Such nonsense can now be heard.
Perhaps a symptom of modern society,
In which anything will do.
Do you wish to write prose or poetry?
The choice, my dears, is up to you.
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