Ere Poetry
Poetry is talking in a box
With rules and locks
Over what you can say
And the way
With meter and rhyme,
Rhythm and time
To be sought
Or not.
Then why write.
I'll bite.
Oh, that was a question?
It was the best one.
by E. Marshall Evans
Copyright © Ed Evans | Year Posted 2014
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