Encouraged to write poems
For a collaborative endeavor
I read up, reviewed
And started counting measures.
An iambic pentameter,
A rhyming couplet and a triplet,
And then more literature explain
A sestina, a villanelle, a sonnet.
They say there’s a pattern to be followed
Maybe an ababb, an abccb, a 5-7-5,
and yet when you read the masters
There’s hardly a constant derived.
The rules and patterns
Just a vestige not measured
As masters follow their own cadence
Sending a message most treasured.
Thus after following the measures
And hearing only flats and sharps,
You realize it’s not the numbers and letters
But the rhythm of the heart.
- May 11, 2020