A poem about poetry

Written By: sherridaley - Aug• 09•12

Ffrankly, I’m tired of poems that have no rhyme or rhythm,

as though putting prose in an artistic arrangement on the page

makes it poetry.

Not that good prose is easy to write.

It’s not.

.

But the beauty of building love, despair, or exuberance

in a place that has rules,

well, that demands that a writer think.

He has to spend the extra time and effort closing it in,

clutching it like in a fist.

.

So that when it is read,

when the fist is opened,

and it becomes a hand, a wave, an offering,

the beauty is released.

.

Fuck free verse.

Even blank verse is better

Free verse is just good prose.

Write a sonnet.

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One Comment

  1. ann Megyas says:

    breathtaking.

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