Monday, January 13, 2014

I Never Meant to Write in Rhyme

I never meant to write in rhyme,
its rhythms out of range;
But now the altered poet has
evinced a mighty change--
When raucous wild confusion reigns
routine is hard to find,
And all the walls go tumbling round
the Jericho of mind--
When all your plans are scattered like
the letters at your feet
and the structure of your morning
is what two small boys can eat--
The soul that once was free as verse
and full of one-ton words
Now gathers simple syllables
like flocks of fleeing birds.
The appetite for structure, form,
for closure and a rest
Will feed the tired energy
that makes this house a nest.
(c)Kathryn W. Ritter
April 21, 2012
Photos courtesy of MorgueFile

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