I‘d never put my work up with the classics,
I wallow somewhere in obscurity.
How often have I struggled with my formats
and lines that run into infinity ........
And meter’s so restrictive in its confines
while free verse struggles hard to find the ‘end’
and style’s but a word that’s used to define
the voice the writer chooses to extend.
Shakespeare had a knack for writing sonnets,
Dickinson wrote quatrains in slant rhyme;
Poe tiptoed on the edge of the ‘demonic’
while Frost wrote of a kinder, gentler time—
and my ideas drop scattered and chaotic
another would-be poet tweaking lines.
© Ginny Brannan 2024
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