meter

SONNETS SONNET

karlevi runestone in courtly metre

Sometimes, as a poet, one must return

To the early forms studied as students

Meter and rhyme, now a time to relearn

That straight backbone of all those rudiments

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What fun wandering among the free verse

Protesting confines of old school of thought

Poetry dancing in song so diverse

Ignoring the boring frame we were taught

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Writing merely in free is not diverse

Similar poetry becomes dry rot

Grudgingly, I turn my head and reverse

Weaving carefully through the common knot

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Perhaps I must commit to higher rhyme

Singing syllables to have a good time

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: KARLEVI RUNESTONE IN “COURTLY METRE”