Isms, Isms, Isms

thank god poetry has inched its way into the hearts of the common man again let's not make its journey there too laborious let's write poems for the common man like Blake, like Wordsworth, like Neruda poems that sing and dance as they make their way out to the the sea of humanity poems of the Creator's brush that paint an enchanting innocent world to be unravelled as they make their way into the repository of human knowledge let's make it all that simple, like making tea when all we have to ask is whether it should be sweet or plain yet are sure it will be fully savoured let's write poem with the common men's words so that it can be embraced without apprehension let's not extort an art of its life and gentility so that they are drowned in a sea of isms, isms, isms