Modernism Poem by Xelam Kan™

Modernism



Like
an Arctic wind
that makes the southern shores
barren and bald;
so is the new dawn;
eclipsed by Eris' charm.
Now
I can't hear those night wind songs, but
the swash of retreating hope and
of overwhelming fear.
In such uncertainty i draw;
some broken images
in a phrasing stark.
As our fragmented sight-
in this alcoholic haze;
could not accomplish the blessings
of ART,
neither in rhymes nor in rants.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 03 April 2014

there is a lovely melody in this, much like a songbird the words are the same. Alcohol can be very inspiring nectar under some circumstances, and this rants with rhythm

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