If Verses Were Taxis Poem by Sonny Rainshine
If Verses Were Taxis
He liked the rimy verses
of Robert Frost, and the vers libre
bit him quick on his simmering ears.
He indulged in Tennyson and his bells
and Poe’s and Donne’s which tolled
as tintinitus in his simmering ears.
He himself was a poet
whose pages were blank
verse, whose rhymes were
half-rhymes, whose meter
was running,
running for his life.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
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