Think not what the metre says,
Iambic, penta, dactyl.
Pour the words, barely rhyming,
Forget rules for a while.
Why bother if its “abab”
If its “ode” or “ballad "
No ones gonna judge, you’re
not competing with the bard.
Rhyme on, you budding poets
What matters is content,
Don’t worry what form it takes,
Should speak the words you meant.


1 comment:
I often found that, word have a life of their own..they often express more then you intend..and on other occasions, fail to carry their genitor's wish...
I feel, a poet is a conjurer....
I do not intend to create a meaning..For the different people who come to read my posts..
I rather want to express my thoughts to myself..
And if that is done with expertise, others will get the idea...
P.S. Have you ever heard Genitor? :P
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