764 Wrapped Well 4-29-18

Rap is not
“the death of poetry”,
rather the honing of tools
poets have used for centuries:

pounding rhythms;
rhymes welding lines together;
staccato stanzas stuffed with perfect words;
themes to resurrect to soul!

A well wrought rap

is Dickinson on steroids
leaving Higginson gasping.

Is Frost in the woods he thinks he knows,
clear-cutting detritus with his chainsaw.

Is a rapier in the gold-medaled-grip of a fencer
dueling a dull ax in a drunks shaky hand
as he slurs doggerel in sloppy iambic pentameter.

No worries mate!

Poetry is – wrapped – in safe hands
and the Muses smile.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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