There is no poetry in the sky by Jeff Gallagher

There is no poetry in the sky -

we do not need imagined

whipped clouds or bright horizon

as enigmas to unwind.

Forget the use of clever, high

grandiloquence and pageant -

cumulus and cirrostratus

have been adequately defined.

Do not seek to ascribe to nature

some mystic symbolism -

blue is only a selected part

of an order categorical.

The trees you see will feature

in textbooks, or some prison

where lost language weavers

deconstruct the metaphorical.

Alexas and Siris resolve queries

with just a short command -

no need to ponder what to say,

or rue the day, sighing.

Verse jars on our ears - it wearies -

white noise, distorted, bland  -

now meter measures energy used,

and rhythm, the speed of dying.

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“The reason why there has been so much great poetry down the centuries is because for our forefathers, just about everything in nature was totally awesome because they couldn’t explain it. You can ‘Google’ just about anything now. Science has an explanation for everything. Maybe nobody wanted this poem because the message it conveys only reinforces the pointlessness of writing it in the first place? Eight rejections and counting.”