I Love Rhyme.

I do love rhyme the way it curves

words like star's mass makes spacetime swerve

from flat lines to lead light round bends

so too a poem's rhymes sense sends

lines back on themselves not like terse

Grumpy prose's dead ended words

pretending measured tread would serve

instead of rhyme? Man's ancient friend?

I do love rhyme.

From fossiled days as woman birthed

man's tribe her heartbeat's music served

to soothe wild breasts, till beats could wend

round minds, with seashell sounds, thus penned

man learned from woman's heart, his verse

I do love rhyme...

Author's Note

A rondeau.