Why do I rebel against meter and rhyme?
Why don’t I like constraint that much?
Why do I desire freedom from restrictions?
Why do I run away from convention?
My spirit yearns for freedom and flight
My nature does not like rules that bind
The rebellion of adolescence perhaps I missed
But now I want to do as I please!
There are constraints,
There are some rules
But don’t like to analyze too much
Don’t like to brood
Meter and rhyme comforting to some
But they act as a prison when I write
I like my spirit to decide these things
I want flow, not construction, mechanical
I want spontaneity, inspiration and fun
And somehow these don’t go along with meter and rhyme!
Rhyme I will, when I want
But to analyze every word, every line
Kills the spirit for me
Reduces the poem to mere mechanics
Meaning and beauty what I seek
That’s why I write, that’s why I read!
September 14th, 2011