Death To Rhyme

Where are all the rhyming poems A sentence of imprisonment inside a world of unmarked tombs inside the womb that echoes out I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree... The tree has lost its eyes Now shadow shaped silhouettes A posthumous disguise Stretching out at moments I am unprepared to hear Instead of gliding through to warmly fill my ears With vision plucked and footsteps stuck Will I ever dance again? Without the muse, can the artist simply just pretend? miles to go before I sleep... No easy wind and downy flake For-telling of a Whispered carefully etched mistake My mind once graced with pleasured rhyme each step I can retrace A staggered life to a wandering horse To search the endless trails For his sole lost rider what a harrowing and sad travail !