Modern Poetry

(Warning: May contain spite.)

Solemn opening with a particular visual object

that is symbolic


seemingly inexplicable.

Emotional complexity builds, gloomy and relentless.

There will be no exclamation points in this poem.

The object has increasing feeling for

the narrator, and is sexual, but also bleak

and existential-


No need for feeling and passion here,

this is art.

No room for that in poetry anymore.

A highly enigmatic and quiet, desolating ending

that leaves the reader amused and vaguely



Conor Crockford, USA

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