by Gary Maclean

Created on: April 18, 2008   Last Updated: April 29, 2010

I hope you don't mind

If I use tried and true rhythm

If I choose words that rhyme

Rather than cadence that seems blithesome

One word on a line

Then two on the next

Doesn't fool me

It just doesn't make sense

We are faced with the blank canvas

And must put our thoughts down on it

But if we just make things up

It doesn't make it a sonnet

When words appear haphazard

Wherever on the blank canvas

Has nothing to do with poetry

It seems somewhat careless

And no rhyme whatsoever

What is up with that?

Poetry means a poem

Not a pile of words in a hat.

A blank canvas challenges

All who dare approach

Put it down but make sense

Don't invite your own reproach

The blank canvas can buckle

The strongest of wills

Put your mind to the test

The success will give you chills

The blank canvas will fill
Your thoughts will succeed
You will make your idea work
Your product will be envied.

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