A month of daily poetry
Of meter, rhyme, alliteration,
Who can stand this litany,
Of words in thick concatenation?
Lust to see, our faith is vision,
Show don’t tell, the eye must capture;
Ears are slow, the mind in prison,
By sight alone can you enrapture.
Without a picture to grab attention,
Verb and noun lose power in reading,
Images reign as idol invention,
Bow! Adore, with pupils leading.
Poems of all the forms are lowest,
Says this hurried generation,
Reading verses, action slowest—
Slighted words used in creation.