I once wrote a skit on poems that use tired words (and other tired
devices). It might amuse some readers...
The worthy poem
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The worthy poem is about light, the sea,
gentle melancholia, intense
visualisation of minutiae,
the curl of a pumpkin's tendril. Superb-
ly crafted, it reports from the front line
of the mundane, it makes you
examine the decor in detail, read
the beer adverts behind the reader,
find beauty in the dial of your watch.
The worthy poem scorns the proscriptions
of blacklists, self-consciously confident
in its ability to transcend
the muffled snigger of mote and shard.
The poem will end as every worthy poem must
with a present participle left trailing,
bannering the purified air above
the listeners, collapsing, turning to
stardust over upturned faces, descending...
The poet introduces the worthy poem,
saying: this is a poem about
watching boys throw stones into the sea,
And it begins: As the light thins,
on the edge of day, I watch
boys throw stones into the sea.
--
Peter
http://www.hphoward.demon.co.uk/poetry/
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