The Trouble With Understanding my Free-verse Poetry

The beef I have with writing poetry
is often that which someone else can’t see.
I wrote a free-verse once—so sweet and fair,
but someone stuck his nose up in the air
and cried, “Oh, man, your poem doesn’t rhyme!
without a rhyme it fails to ring my chime . . . .”

I tried to reason . . . maybe somewhat terse,
“it’s not supposed to; it’s not that kind of verse . . . .”

He argued, “Man, I like my verses rhymed!”
to which I had an answer quite well timed:

“Why don’t you practice till you get yours right?
but meantime, let me write the way I write.
Walt Whitman wrote in free-verse ‘Leaves of Grass,’
so, kindly get off my—umm—uh—soapbox!”

© Jerry Kemp 2016

Jerry Kemp

Jerry has written and published two books: A Bouquet of Poetic Thoughts II and Galloping Pegasus, four humorous novellas.  Retired from his horse ranch and other activities, Jerry lives with his wife, two dogs, two cats, and numerous birds at the outskirts of the Sonoran desert in Arizona.  Celebrating his 82nd birthday in October 2016, ignoring the onset of Parkinson’s symptoms, Jerry continues on in his pursuit of happiness. He still paints, enjoys classical music and poetry by the old masters and, of course--writing.