Apologies from a throwback
I try to write a poem that doesn’t rhyme,
but dammit every time these phrases flow,
from where I do not know, and I’ll not
be the one, when asked to dance, to say no.
Bear with my antiquated steps, though
I am light on two left feet, I’ve never let
it bother me, this being obsolete.
To be fair I know it’s rare this day in age,
I too prefer blank verse, and mean
no sacrilege. My acquaintances
all say it’s that I was born too late,
I should have roamed the woods
with Boone and hunted all I ate.
I should have danced the firelight dance
with beating drums and hallow chants.
I should have slept on straw
and saw each night the darkness fall
and count the meter of the sky
as the rhyming stars spun by.
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Love the image of the “rhyming stars”! If you feel poetry in meter and verse, then that is how you should write it! Don’t apologize for the wonderful voice you give it!