It Is Only Through Form That I Live On

I'm contemplating on form and on meter: The patterns of poetry confined by guards that keep watch over those exalted god- accepted patterned rhymes - o none is sweeter. Prose has its place, but poetry, through meter, Survives in hearts, in storms, against all odds. In the complex conflicts of time, great nods Hail poetry as sweet…freestyles as bitter. My heart long for longevity for pages It pens - that in rhymes, its songs will live on. To triumph, I will tread the paths of sages by limericks and sonnets, I'll grow strong! And even though I'll die, I'll live for ages! In words, through form, promise I will live on! Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis