I’m told that my wont to begin each line
of my verse with a capital letter is distracting.
I confess I do this
‘Bout every time
I build me a poem
Of meter and rhyme.
But my free verse flows free like a river,
flooding the plains with my thoughts, free
of distracting banks.
There is no sash on my pane, nor is there an apron
beneath the stool of my window. There's only glass with
nothing to hide.
Back to my formal verse, I try
To keep the sash and the apron
A nod to form and tradition so I
May honor the cup that I drink from.
As for distractions, I remember
my first job when a colleague informed me that
he would like to call me Jay because my real name was
just too hard to pronounce.
Some prefer to wag the dog and they will always have
my sympathies.
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