Heartless

Heartless Frank Halliwell They said that I must write a verse About the month of May. They said that I must write 'Free Verse', -That rhyming was passe'. I have no quarrel with free verse But I can not agree That wanting for a better name, They call it 'poetry'. The black Crow has a strident call A harsh, unpleasant thing, But changing what you call the bird Won't make the black bird sing. In grace of flight, the Turkey is A true inferior, But calling it an Eagle Will not make your turkey soar! Just listen to your inner Muse And not to those 'who know', For if, in you, a poet dwells, Your heart will tell you so! Your rhymes must be a perfect match, And metered to an art. If you can't feel your poem's pulse, Your poem has no heart. o0o