The supple face of poetry without the smile of rhyme
Is how the dials of pretty clocks with hands but mark no time.
The rhyming words of poetry enhance through artful dance
Import of stirring much the same as love’s alluring glance.
Suspense of drama, wrenching fear, the chilling dread of death
Come so alive to leave their curse through whispered rhyming breath.
If comedy is of one’s ilk with ease is found the word
To garner laugh and merriment if rhyming can be lured.
The sense and choice of rhyming words is oh, a special art
That speaks the rhythm of one’s stroke and sets it much apart.
Right lyrics penned with song in mind compel as to confess
A consort with the heavens sealed with Erato’s godbless.
No quarrel with those other forms I heartily express
For numbers of one’s readers count how poets may assess
Acceptance of the poetry they’ve offered up to read
That should to till the mind and plant a stimulating seed.
Rhyme and Rhythm 10/04/2013