The Future of Poetry

The day is coming when great words
will matter more than money.
Ears will pivot like a cat’s
at syllables that pierce
the soul’s hard enamel.
Words of magic will be as
commonplace as leaves on trees,
as riveting as a fist,
as tuneful as Schubert
playing on the violin.
We’ll fly through the thick air
of longing for simple truth
on carnival rides of raucous lines
written on the tongue
at the sight of a silly cloud.
We’ll slash primal ululations
on thousand dollar bills
and tack them on our alley walls.
There’ll be the trumpet
of poetry, the mural of poetry,
and lovers making love
on printed sheets of poetry .
We’ll break up over poetry,
and we’ll make up with poetry.
We’ll drive to work reciting poetry,
we’ll write frivolous poetry
even when the boss is watching.
We’ll sell poetry only when we’re broke,
we’ll pawn it only after we dicker
long and hard with the broker.
And we’ll buy it back later
for millions along with the
Picassos and the Stradivariuses,
then sell it again for millions more.
Poetry will drive inflation
mad with love. Secrets
will be kept, revealed,
and stolen in cryptic poetry.
Great books of poetry
will serve as constitutions,
will turn the tides of history
and be sent deep into space
in capsules made of titanium
for other civilizations to read
and be moved by, to be
enlightened and changed forever.
The whole fabric of reality
will be found to consist of poetry
and we will certainly rejoice.

Note: Previously published in Washington Community College Humanities Association Arts Journal and The Wheel.

Advertisements

5 thoughts on “The Future of Poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s