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