Cutting Edges
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“Writing another poem about wildflowers is not exactly cutting edge.” ~ Ralph Murre
Okay, Ralph what exactly would
this “cutting edge” poetry be?
A poem about quantum mechanics
might go over well at MIT,
but I can’t find anything to fit
that rhymes with “Higgs Boson.”
When I loaf, like Whitman,
and invite my soul, I quickly fall asleep,
which means my leaves of grass
are still waiting to be cut.
I can’t stand those Deconstructive French
who treat all poems like nutshells to be cracked
down to the phallocentric meat
that they assume must be packed inside.
Now rap’s a contemporary thing,
but needs street cred to write
and I haven’t done a crime
so I haven’t done the time,
and I completely lack
misogynist tattoos,
that are written on my back
a 9-mm gun or a load
of shiny bling.
And so I’m left with this wildflower, Ralph,
the one that looked up from the forest floor
with a question for me this morning:
“If something is beautiful, isn’t that enough?”
Bio:
David Clowers began to write poetry ten year ago with the help of an Internet poets’ group, and he now is a member of the Unabridged group in Egg Harbor. His poems have been published in the 2009 and 2010 Wisconsin Poets’ Calendars, Knock, Fox Cry and The Peninsula Pulse.