Spensarian Shake Up

Some post their verse upon an online screen
as means to end, mean, struggle to be heard,
as if each written word could set the scene
for recognition of emotions stirred.
Some vent, and others rant, while some, absurd,
assume fair Amazon or printed Lulu
can compensate for Lethe as Time's bird
flies fast from Time Square to Honolulu.
Who shakes with awe before bayete Shaka Zulu?

(18 January 2011)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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