Edward Iacona

(August 27,1948 / Brooklyn, New York)

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It was in ninth grade English class
And my teacher was Miss Joan Frank
It was because of her love of poetry,
That I now have her to blame or thank.

Poems came alive in her classroom
As we absorbed Lewis Caroll's whimsy
And many years later I still wonder what
And why, Borogoves are mimsey

We read of an ancient mariner and
The price of what omen's cost.
And stopped to ponder a snowy woods
While his little horse shook off the frost.

I have always preferred poems that rhyme
And although this might sound terse
I never have really understood the style
That is known as 'free verse'.

I and others will use that form
So I don't intend to create a gaffe
But, in the end is not 'Free Verse'
Just a well written paragraph?

Submitted: Monday, March 26, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, March 27, 2012
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