"Lute Player" by Theodor Rombouts‘A Soliloquy on Modern Poetry’ and Other Poetry by Richard Lackman The Society March 9, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 4 Comments A Soliloquy on Modern Poetry I write this, a soliloquy Regarding modern poetry. I don’t appreciate the terse Disheveled nature of free verse. So much of it just seems contrived And of true beauty so deprived. I just don’t understand the thought That rhyme makes people overwrought, Whereas it is a pleasing sound Adding grace to the profound And splendor to the spoken word, An ideal surely not absurd. The likes of Auden, Poe and Frost, Whose legacy is not yet lost, Understood when sounds are paired Then poetry is language squared. So why are they afraid of rhyme? Is it now a poetic crime, A past poetic road not taken Or is it just I am mistaken? Beauty Beauty as a pure ideal is too often obscured By prices paid for objects that are then in closets stored. Works of art beyond our reach within dim hallways hung, Like church bells bricked within a building never to be rung. Is that what beauty really is or is it something more? As simple as a flower or a wave upon the shore As common as a sunset with the sky in pink and blue Or meadows emerald green at sunrise sparkling in the dew. So much we see is beautiful if we just stop to gaze And rise above the moment, far above life’s hectic haze. Forgetting all that burdens us about our daily life, So that equanimity replaces needless strife. For it is then that beauty in its truest form appears, Whether in a face we love or music that we hear. Whether in a sunset or a walk along a park, A beach at dawn, a bird in flight, an evening turning dark. So beauty in its many forms surrounds us everyday. If we can only recognize it, simply find a way To see the beauty in our lives as we live every minute; And only then appreciate each life and all within it. Building For Eternity He looked all around him and saw monuments so vast, Built with good intentions to endure and hold steadfast. Awesome structures pointing up to heaven as to say “Here is my creation and forever it will stay.” How he envied those whose makers surely had the skill And patience as their best ideas to form they did distill. Castles with great towers and a moat so deep and wide, Pyramids whose stature other structures did deride. How this young builder yearned to be the one who would create That which wind and weather never could or would ablate. And yet when all was done and evening closed another day, My son laid down his bucket on the beach and walked away. Richard Lackman is an orthopaedic cancer surgeon and poet. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 4 Responses Kate March 9, 2020 Well Done, I especially like your soliloquy. Reply Patricia Thrower March 9, 2020 Absolutely astonishing ! So well done. Just love the last one’s ending, very touching! Reply Nick S March 10, 2020 All really lovely poems. I think I’ll print at least the first one out and hang it in my classroom for my students — with proper credit of course, and I’ll even make a point of the publication date. Reply sally cook March 13, 2020 You have a sharp eye, a good heart, and a philosophical bent. Keep on keeping on. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.