imagine there are still masses
of people, even self confessed poets,
who believe apparently that poetry
must rhyme insisting lamenting,
that an absence of rhythmic rhyming
puts a poem on a lacklustre lower level,
than it might rhyme otherwise deserve
such critics might begin their analysis;
of an exceptional poem with infused declaration
total assassination of exquisite metaphors similes
ignoring brilliant insights in love of rhymes stating
'If only this rhymed, then it would be good poetry! '
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem