The Debate

Two poets were having a debate-

The first poet, told the second poet:

“To abandon the construction of rhyme

Is the same as poetic treason.

A destruction, the most profane crime;

I really see no reason.

The abstract allusions,

And hidden connotation;

Are annoying illusions,

Revealing only frustration.

“I am the enigma

Born in a bloody brook

My birth was a stigma

From the waters took

A swan becoming a duck…”

What the Fuck?

Look, metaphor is fine by me;

But without rhyme I`m not happy.

Metaphors are eclipses

If used just right

Add in an ellipsis

And turn out the light…”

The second poet responded, to the first poet:

“So you think that the abstract

Holds nothing of value?

Then your hands have never seen dawn

The light shimmering on a white sea

Never drifted on a motionless mirror

The ship creating ripples in it`s wake

Your mind has never tread across

A field, in the first winter snow

Leaving it`s imprints for eternity

Your heart is not a spaceship

Traversing zero gravity and

Surging through black matter

To find another universe and reveal

To the world, the evidence of it

Your eyes are blind to the invisible

Your ears are deaf to the silence

Your mouth is mute when you speak

Your nose can`t smell the scentless

Your feet are adorned with concrete

This ocean of poetry is vast

So I`ll just laugh as you fail

In attempts to replicate the messiah.”

Composed By: Andrew Drucker