The New or the True

      The New or the True

Perhaps it is a false dilemma in

That sometimes what is new contains the real

And what is old is sullied with the sin

Of boredom, truth that doesn’t make us feel

Its force but leaves us yawning.  Still, if truth

Is lost in cleverness, the worship of

Inventiveness might yield just what’s uncouth

Or sick.  Attempts to write about that love

We all desire in stanzas that are stale

Hold danger that supernal things fall flat.

We do not want perfection tasting pale

Because of rules and rhyme, but if a brat

Of innovation takes the helm of verse,

He might create stupidity, or worse.