But is it?

narrative verse in ryming quatrains

 

 

 

But is it?

 

Right down within the depths of me

there lies a vein of poetry

Wherein I find when I have leisure

 words which are my greatest treasure.

 

Words with which I can fashion verse

 some silken smooth and some perverse

Each one is chosen carefully

 then put together artfully.

 

I find them raw and unrefined

 then with the power of my mind.

I create intricate designs

of words that some idea defines.

 

A poet is an artisan

 who follows carefully a plan

that’s handed down from days of yore.

Which many men have used before.

 

To create formal poetry

 to demonstrate their artistry.

Perchance I sometimes get it right

 in verses which I choose to write.

 

I can imagine nothing worse

for those of us who write in verse

Than poetry which does not scan

 and lacks all structure, has no plan.

 

Just words which incoherently

 are juxtaposed haphazardly

. Which critics now suppose to

 be the future form of poetry.

 

22-Feb-08

Reviews

[Brenda Sue]

So true. Beautifully penned. Great job.