A Post-Modern Poem

Poetry is the next best to blockbusters.

Words with extra limbs

Tentacles of an exotic octopus

Hug you in an alien embrace

Of a parallel universe.

The fifth dimension scales high

Induced by a

Fluorescent omniscient omnipotent

Incandescent omnivorous skill

That numbs your intellect.

You swim in the green sky

A verdant expanse that floods your senses

Creating a deluge Noah has never braved

In a blue desert

Where camels have wings Pegasus never had!

The poet, the lunatic, the lover,

Eyes in a fine frenzy rolling,

Challenges Shakespeare,

Eliot Yeats or, Lorca!

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About Madhumita Ghosh

Studied at Jadavpur University, Calcutta, India. M.A. M.Phil Ph.D in English. Associate Professor in a degree college affiliated to Calcutta university. Love reading, writing poems and short stories. Translation is another passion Have translated English Romantic poetry to Bengali and Tagore poems to English.

4 thoughts on “A Post-Modern Poem

  1. Madhumita Ghosh

    Thanks Ron Gabbott, for the very perfect desired response! This poem was written, very spontaneously, as I have commented on a poetry group, this poem… “was just Born! out of desperate necessity! I am in labour!”…I have been reading poems being abundantly written in this trend, poetry going for a sixer in the process! This is definitely not my style nor my kind of poetry, to read or to create!… I too say ‘YUK’!!

  2. Ron Gabbott

    My thanks also to you , for your reply. Perhaps others on this site will now see and appreciate what utter, pretentious garbage this so called ‘Modern Poetry’ is.
    With total lacking in poetic essence or form, and more often than not it isn’t even literate. Little wonder that the advocates of this ‘ART FORM’ always cry ‘DON’T EXPLAIN’, I doubt that they could. YUK, YUK.

  3. Madhumita Ghosh

    Thanks, Ron! Thanks for sharing my pain, disgust, frustration at what is being created today in the name of poetry! This so-called “Modern Poetry” is, as I see it, a refuge for some, hungry for immediate fame and acclaim, to hide incompetence and lack of knowledge, literary and general. My poem was purported to be a spoof and I’m really happy you ‘yuk-ed’ on it! 🙂 Have a good day! Madhumita

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