Postmodern Blues Poem by DM W

Postmodern Blues

Rating: 3.0


We used to believe
In the hallowed aura
Of authenticity.
Now the recycled
Is all the rage.

Now we travel through forests
Of ironic gestures,
And formulaic retorts,
But sometimes it's fitting
To call a spade a spade.

We have armoured ourselves
Against the sacred.
We have reduced this world
To spiteful fragments.
Now relativism reigns supreme.

Postmodern Blues
Saturday, December 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: social behaviour
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lukas 11 March 2018

Great words and deep truth. Bravo

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Abhimanyu Kumar.s 16 December 2017

True we have gone too down to project big. Keep up

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