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The writers of vers libre follow no structure,
it begins with an image in their head;
          words imagining a picture,
and soon the creating will spread;
          but it is not about telling a rambling story.

Yes, I am guilty of that-   sorry,
it is fragmented lines-  pauses to make us ponder with eyes starry;
yet, giving us some fury.

It is like painting or sculpturing a piece of art,
and finding words and stray phrases that touch the heart;
words wailing and whispering from the start till they depart,
like water slipping over stone;
          that rest in their truth and whimper from the bone,
            of dead and forgotten things that moan.

Write of shadows moving among us in the haze,
and like water flowing into a vase let thoughts fall; 
          words are like a mighty tree found in a maze.
and with vers libre one can utterly amaze or hit a stone wall.

Oh poets, just pick up your bleeding pen,
and wail a vers libre-  create a shade of emotion gem;
I remind you-   this writing of poetry is not a pastime but an art, amen.

            (Or write a rhyming poem, like I did in the end.)

___________________________ 
November 25, 2018


Poetry/Rhyne/My Rant and Theory of Vers Libre
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1088-752-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Let 'Er' Rip #2
sponsor, John Lawless

Fourth Place

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