Beauty Is In the Eye of the Beholder

Oh, was it really possible that we’d ever pen, or is it necessary to debate our in-sensitivities, the ups and downs of life, being sandwiched between our likes and dislikes of a certain form in writing? To a degree, of versifying, we have the so-called “To each his own” ability and power to attract the readers of the mind, to fully enjoy us, in our chosen form. Some would profess they dislike haiku ...’cos of its shortness and simplicity and most likely, many would prefer free verse, than to listen to the enchanted soul of rhyme ...’Cos of its un-metered style and absolute freedom; yet I, the handsome I (ahem!) do love, not prefer the beholder of my beauty, my beautiful wife (ahem!)--- a thousand times over, and greater than those few. Ahh, the exquisite beauty of poetry, the subtle meaning half hidden in ones’ lines, and totally not seen in its form but most certainly, lies in the eye of the reader.