The Last of the Free Verse Defenders
He intoned: Poems don't
have to rhyme
and boldly stepped foward
into the world of books and
magic
Leaving behind the formalist
slant
he moved along the
path
picking flowers as he went
light shone down on his
words
His words leap off the page
and
enter
into
the consciousness of
those inclined
to open their minds
open them
to surreal visions
which dance through
each and every last
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Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2007
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