Will You Not Dance With Me?
A Poet’s Inner Struggle
I prefer to write in rhyme and rhythm,
Following clear and definite rules.
I understand the metered system,
Taming words and poetic tools.
Oh free verse why do you taunt me
With your metaphores and deep descriptions?
I stare into an endless abyss,
Of unravelling thoughts
As though I may loose my grip
Altogether
of her heartbeat:
My sweet, sweet
poetry.
Bring me my ballad to dance with me!
Twirl me around in time and space,
Moving in tempo and leading me on,
In a predictable secure embrace.
In the quiet I hear the yearning still
To let every thought drift
As though in an ebbing tide of emotion:
Washing in and out.
Breathing, moving, forming.
Racing and charging forward with great speed.
Then still,
Soft,
Ever so quietly,
Oh free verse:
Will you not dance with me?
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About the Creator
Karyn Savage
A teacher, musician and writer at heart. I love painting pictures with words. Poetry and stories in rhyme are what I love to write the most. One day I hope to see some of my works for children in print.
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