ON RHYME IN POETRY
In our discussion group we deduced how some distrusted rhymes.
But I consider it a crime to excise rhyme from all lines.
It isn’t that
It is that
All lines first.
Poetry is a pleasure palace of purity and pearl,
A repository of risky phrase and repetition,
A handsome home for honest homily, and the Holy Grail
Of quests for meditative quality and soulful question,
Down ancient alleyway of metaphor and allusion,
Or avenue of allegory and alliteration.
It is freedom
To be free.
It’s this and that and me and you and who
Enjoys expression of the emotion
Within that seethes and stirs and soars our soul.
It should be said either plain or fancy,
Whether in verse as blank as a brick wall
Or as elaborate as a lace lattice
Without fear on part of reader or of poet
For fear is the death of art and we all know it.