Ars Poetica Nova

'Tis not my pen that speaks in verse
Nor quill that talks in rhyme.
It's not my style to be so terse
Or trite most all the time.

My thoughts flow freely, easily
Like falcons on a breeze,
Unfettered by the bondage of the bard,
Blessed with the gift of many tongues.

So hearing the beat of many drummers,
The words come easily, happily,
Never shedding a tear nor wincing from pain,
Rejoicing in their creation.

The rhyme and meter of old have grace
But have in history their rightful place.
I cannot live shackled by their constraints.
To write, I must be free.

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Reviews

[Emily B]

amen!

[Angela]

I take this to mean you write what you want when you want. That is the kind of writer I strive to be. I do not like to be held to one box or the other. Creativity is what I seek. Great job on this one.

[Ed Hart]

i remember 'they' used to say, well, okay, but first you have to learn the old ways, and then you can try that free verse stuff if you like....somewhere the 'they' got flushed, and here we are free to sing our own songs in our own way...thanks for putting with a little tongue in cheek

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

excellent sentiment of the writer~ well done!!!~