Terence Quinn

New Model Poetry

There will be a turning point,
a time when the forlorn hope
of a poem’s first line
dies in the glazed eyes
of a people tired of reading
of this war without an enemy.

There will be a time
when all seems lost
poets deserting and drifting home,
a time for action,
for acts by action passed,
our self-denying ordinance.

There will be a new model poetry
that knows what it writes for
each word advanced on merit
each verse a body
that refuses to be subjected
to this state of introspection.

Terence Quinn © 2009