Rhyme Or Reason Poem by Paul C. Maybury Jr.

When I read modern poetry,
I feel I’m lost in time.
Its meanings and its flow I see,
But where is beat and rhyme?

For some rhyme may seem limiting,
And scan a prison too.
Rhymes force the undermind to sing,
They give it hint and clue.

A guide is all it needs it seems
A pattern on the floor for steps
To bring out hidden long lost dreams
The conscious mind forgets.

I drift I feel in centuries past
In rooms all others have left
And hallways empty and echoing vast
A poet of hearers bereft.

I missed my time and timing
My friends died before my dawn
But still my heart is filled with rhyming
My mind and soul to rhythm drawn.