When The Fates Allow Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

I don't write Sonnets,
or Limerick verse

I don't write Haiku,
though often terse

I don't write Ballads,
or Horacian Odes

I don't write Parables,
to self-implode

But I do write in Rhythm,
and often in Rhyme

With meaning that's buried,
and metered in time

All verbal indenture,
I must disavow

For the meaning to rise,
—when the fates allow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November,2016)