Modern Poetry

Classical poetry was a symphony

A ballet where every movement was timed

And every word knew it’s place

Modern poetry is a free for all

A rock concert with stage-divers

And mosh pits, breaking out in the crowds

Inevitably, someone in the stands lights a fire

And starts throwing chairs into it,

Claiming it is part of the poem

Feedback blasts all over the place

Instruments are smashed to bits on stage

And rioting and the looting

Are likewise part of the poem

So is the streaking

And the sex out in the open

While the conductors baton is rising and falling

To this new music made without a sound

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Troydon Wainwright is a philosopher and Reiki Master based in Cape Town. Born with mild cerebral palsy and dyslexia, Toydon learnt to write as a way to overcome the barriers his dyslexia placed in front of him. “I wrote my way out of dyslexia,” said Troydon, “or at least to the point where reading and writing aren’t a problem anymore.” During the day he works as an educational facilitator (someone who helps special needs students cope academically and become more independent). At night he dedicates his time to writing. He has won a Nova award for his short story, The Sangoma’s Storm, and been a feature poet at the Off the Wall poetry readings in Cape Town and at Cape Town Central Library. Three of his poems were also included in the anthology Africa’s Best New Poets. He has also been published in the South African Literary journal, New Contrast. One of his Facebook posts, in which he took a stand against racism, has gone viral (

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