A Poem about Poetry (for National Poetry Day)

It must be lovely
to be free
verse.
Free to do
as you please.

Free from the tyranny
of rhyme
and reason.

Free to stay out partying until the wee small hours
and not emerge from your bedroom
‘til after lunch.
Two
days
later.

Actually, no.
That’s nonsense
verse.
(How could a poem even do that?)

There may be
no rhyme,
but there must be
some reason.

There may be
freedom
from pedantic iambic pentameter
– and the need to rhyme all of the time –

but

boundaries
must
be
respected.

Even
in freedom.

Especially
in freedom.

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