RHYME RANT ON PROSE RANTS
Prose which with capitals would rant
against pet hate, for favoured cause
is often filled with fatal flaws,
or pays attention far too scant
to harmony, stays ignorant
of rhythm which enhances, draws
skein polychrome. Its pointed jaws
restrict free scope increasing cant,
seldom perceived as elegant.
True poet purity implores
to etch, to sketch, to open doors
upon perspective which prose [r]ant
encounters rarely where it roams
on well trod trails of barren tomes.
3 December 2007
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Rhyme Rant on Prose Rant poem © Jonathan Robin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rhyme's the thing That you bring To the forefront Of the moment When you seek to Dismiss those who Ignore the essence Of the moments And persist in making Thoughts forsaking To appear As you fear That no meaning can be Conveyed such as she (or he) Unless it's in a structure That poetry has for sure. Yet the thought's the thing That will always bring The reader's attention To the moment of contrition So, unless the rhyme Has someting To say, It's needless to play.