Rebellious Poetry

 we began 

in the echoes of ancient footsteps 

voices carrying through 

the stone carved hallways 

of our collective memory

the first modern poem 

was not just words 

but a rebellion 

a delicate dance 

on the edge of tradition 

and the new horizon 

where every syllable 

defied the silence 

that preceded it 

we have traveled 

far from that first verse 

that dared to speak 

in a language 

the world hadn't yet learned 

to understand

now 

our poetry 

doesn't just whisper, 

it screams 

in crowded subways 

and empty rooms 

across pixels and screens 

in languages birthed 

from the collision 

of past and present

it doesn't just 

sit quietly 

on dust-covered shelves 

but moves, 

alive and breathing 

in the beat 

of city streets 

and the quiet lullabies 

sung under the moon's gaze

this evolution 

this shifting 

and reshaping 

of what poetry can be 

is our collective rebellion 

our endless journey 

from that first verse 

to the infinite possibilities 

that lie 

in the curve 

of the next word 

and just like that 

we are all poets 

scribbling on the walls 

of this world 

lines that connect us 

from the very first poem 

to the endless sea 

of verses 

yet to come

- Aspen Greenwood