Thursday, February 22, 2007

Free Verse

This is not a poem.

Free Verse,

which is prose,

is what this is.

This has no rhyme.

This has no meter.

How could this be

Poetry?

It's not.

And if you think it is,

Prove it.

I don't believe you.

This is but

Broken Fragments

Strung along a page,

ink on paper,

hardly even there.

This is not a poem.

Poems ebb

and flow like water

from the mountains to the sea.

This halts,

stopping and starting,

like a butterfly among flowers.

But, of course,

it's not like that,

because that would be poetic.

This isn't.

This is not a poem.

Poetry rhymes

and sounds complete

because it is.

But this

sounds broken

incomplete

like a puzzle with half the pieces missing

but, of course,

it's not like that,

because that would be poetic.

This isn't.

This is not a poem.

Poetry has stanzas,

meter, clear devisions

things to make it

make sense.

All this has

is broken thoughts

inconsistency

like a great cloud blown by the wind.

But, of course,

it's not like that,

because that would be poetic.

This isn't.

This is not a poem.

Don't tell me that it is.

I don't believe you.

4 comments:

Arya Svit-kona said...

amanda, i must say that poem is indeed great. and yes, it's a poem
it is complete, and in fact could be separated into stanza's if you wanted

etc etc etc

the end

Dana said...

I agree with Abby. It's a very good poem.

Of course, between every line I could just hear you saying "Bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter"...

GOod job.

Brian said...

Yay for your not-poem. It's awesome.

Chelsea said...

I agree with everyone, good poem, or non-poem, whatever, it's good anyway. Great job!