When I read modern poetry,
I feel I’m lost in time.
Its meanings and its flow I see,
But where is beat and rhyme?
For some rhyme may seem limiting,
And scan a prison too.
Rhymes force the undermind to sing,
They give it hint and clue.
A guide is all it needs it seems
A pattern on the floor for steps
To bring out hidden long lost dreams
The conscious mind forgets.
I drift I feel in centuries past
In rooms all others have left
And hallways empty and echoing vast
A poet of hearers bereft.
I missed my time and timing
My friends died before my dawn
But still my heart is filled with rhyming
My mind and soul to rhythm drawn.
Paul C. Maybury Jr.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rhyme-or-reason-2/
