Ruled By Meter, Ruled By Rhyme

Ruled by Meter, Ruled by Rhyme (A Poet of “What’s Next”) I love both metered verse and rhyme, the discipline they bring that guides the output of my muse (their voices help heart sing without restraint). They elevate mere prose, grant harmony to speech that gives it shine. They decorate mind’s symphony. Free verse, of course, inhabits space, mysterious this tide that sweeps the shore of consciousness; muse-slave, its currents hide fact gravity enslaves us all. No atheist lends voice to protests that Its Will’s not fair! Does Truth give one a choice? How silly is the vanity, that God does not exist, while we sing ‘truth’ like troubadours to ONE that can’t be kissed? Should heart prove greatest fool of all, still infinite are ways I hope to live in gratitude to Grace that RULES my days. If death is just a final sleep, then let me praise its door! But till that day (if that is all), I live in faith there’s more! Long Tooth June 15th in 2022