A Poetic Essay - Poem by Joseph Anderson
How I yearn to write in free verse,
Free from rhythm, cadence and
Free to roam about ethereally
In some never-never land.
The muse of Erato is upon me.I
have an urge to write with
vagueness and abstraction, to cloak
my meanings in surrealism and mystery.
Perhaps I could of write of passion, joy,
sadness, despair, longings, angers,
envies and doubts. I could write of
depressions and elations, using
platitudes and beautitudes.I must write
of sad yesterdays and hope-filled
tomorrows and tell of my misty dreams
and future schemes..Ah! Yes, these would
be great topics, free from the shackles of
rhyme.My success depends on your ability
to interpret what I have written. Could I
yet become the Picasso of poetry?
Do I dismiss the beauty of Shakespeare's sonnets?
Do I discard the delicate inner-woven rhythms
of Poe? Was Frost on the wrong road in his
'The Road Not Taken'? I would doubt that.
But when I take my pen in hand
To write new poetry,
It still comes out in rhythmic form.
Dear Lord, please set me free.
2000-And oft published essay, drawing much
praise and much criticism
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