Dead Poetry

A reader of my poetry
Who also watches poetry
On YouTube, Facebook, Instagram,
Reported on a WhatsApp call
That poetry on page is dead.
That poetry is poetry
If performed as poetry
By singers, actors, rappers, prudes,
Or simply boring poets too.
“If writ for ears the poem is,
Why leave it as a paper piece?”

Because it’s written with the ear,
But for the mind to find the time
To grind through lines and rhymes that try
To pound the sounds of all around
Into the silence of the Self.
A poem is a poem live
If all it ever does is lie
Upon a tongue, be old or young,
For just a moment’s inwardness,
Arousing an inflection in
Intuition’s inventory.
The page is good enough for that.

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