“April the cruellest month, breeding <br />Lilacs out of the dead land” <br />How little I know? <br /> How much I’ve changed <br />Days grow younger <br /> I grow older. <br /> <br />How little I’m kept <br />Older stoic faces fade into darkness <br />Monotone neon lights assembly <br />Eclipse full moonlight polyphony <br />No visible cascading shadows to <br />Trail light steps of romance <br /> <br />My past who honors her books, <br />In forgotten libraries <br />Logic through emotions <br />How can I write anymore? <br />When style lacks proficiency <br />In today’s poetry <br /> <br /> Intricate hand crafted precious porcelain <br /> Kept behind museums’ glass cages <br /> Dust collects on their windowsill <br />No one cares anymore <br />When plastic became <br />The daily norm <br /> <br />Another full rotation on the clock <br />Bells tolling the loudest <br />Not for great poets from the past <br />Cathedrals brimming instead <br />With dead politicians <br />You do, you do, you do, you do! <br /> <br />Poetry passé, neon lights displace <br />Art quill master writing <br />Wordsworth spirit lost to <br />24/7 TV quarrel escapades, <br />“You do not do, you do not do <br />Anymore, black shoe” <br /> <br /> <br />*September 19,2013* <br />Copyright Leaking Pen 2013<br /><br />Leaking Pen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neon-lights-3/
