I don’t write poetic verse.
My words don’t wear a frilly gown.
When I open wounds that haven’t healed
I touch them gently in an honest way.
I may not make the last words rhyme
But I blossom in the freedom from those chains,
Refusing to be taken where they’d lead me,
Uncovering the feelings in my own way.
Is this a cop-out for lack of skill
Or a well considered choice
To pay attention to the thoughts
And not be tethered by the rhyme.
ljm
I have several times been criticized for not rhyming.
I have things posted here that prove I CAN rhyme, but on reading them back to myself, I have to admit they don't say what I want exactly the way I want to say it. I don't just sit and bang out line after line and post it. I write with pen and paper and agonize over word choice and flow. I slave away towards getting across the feeling I want to convey. not in finding a suitable rhyme.
It may be possible to do both. Robert Frost did. But I don't have that skill.
I still feel my talent is valid.