Classic poem of the day
An old thorn tree in a stony place
Where the mountain stream has run dry,
Torn in the black wind under the race
Of the icicle-sharp kaleidoscopic white sky,
Bursts into sudden flower.
Under the central dome of winter and night
A wild swan spreads his fanatic wing.
Ancestralled energy of blood and power
Beats in his sinewy breast. And now the ravening
Soul, fulfilled, his first-last hour
Upon him, chooses to exult.
Over the edge......
Member poem of the day
These are free verse poems I have written over the last half century, and also a few rhyming poems about free verse.
Reason Without Rhyme
by Michael R. Burch
I used to be averse
to free verse,
but now I admit
YOUR rhyming is WORSE!
But alas, in the end,
it’s all the same:
all verse is unpaid
and a crying shame.
***
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