by Rebekah Livingston

Created on: April 06, 2010

Free Verse

Is there any such thing as a free verse?

Don't we all try to rhyme, if it's poetry we write?

I know, I know, the fish takes the bite,

And I keep a bit of scribble, inside my purse.

Mostly it's nonsense, I will certainly agree.

This poetry I write, is hardly the thing

To soothe ruffled feathers, or let fancy take wing.

And yet, I still write it, but only for me.

So if you want Wordsworth, you must go to a book.

If Kipling you crave, then just look online.

Truly their poetry is most amazingly fine,

But mine is my own, so give it a look!

If you ask me why I write this stuff, I will say,

Because I can't help it… not because of my wit.

I play with words, and force them to fit,

My definition of order, with words do I play.

Again, I can't help it, every writer surely knows,

That poetry is something every fool must try once.

So, pen down to paper, yes, I feel like a dunce.

But, I am poet, and regrettably, it shows!

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