I have written two poems called “New”. The first is in free verse and shows my feelings.

The second calls for a set meter and rhyme. You can pick your favorite.


Today at the Apple Store everything is new!
New memory in the sky: Clouds!
New touch screens jumping if you hover!
New Media: i-Books, i-Tunes, i-Videos!
New versions!
New speeds!
New tools!
New optics!

“There is more to life than increasing its speed” said Gandhi.
Pay Attention!
Freeze that frame.
Peel away the oldest layer
The center core-

By Jeanne Poland

The above poem, in free verse, tells how I feel. But after reading J. Patrick Lewis’ Rhupunt (Welsh) pattern, I have revised it.

The Apple Store
Where new is more
It calls to me.

Its memory: clouds;
Its volume loud
Too fast to see.

The touch screen
Jumps if you mean
To scroll or choose.

“Tween i-Tunes, books
Or video
You muse.

So freeze that frame
Arrest the game
And search within.

There’s more to life
Than all that strife:
A brand new spin.


by Jeanne Poland

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