Long Live The Saga

Why do we like Poetic phrases More than we like Poetry? Is it that we like To be spoon-fed With things that Leave us dead? Such that haikus Are strewn Like moon dust Upon our moon And sagas never See the light of day As we muck around in our Unimaginative play Roses are red Violets are blue, True, but what else Did they do… Take some time And learn a form (besides haiku) Freestyle is in, be unique Don’t conform! You'd be surprised It's rather fun, and at the end, you can praise you For a job well done Shakespeare, Shelly The great that be Would think this Generation, quite lazy Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis