Would you please read and comment on my experiment with free/blank verse?

I’ve been told by some of the poets that I use rhyme too frequently, that it destroys the power of free and blank verse, that I should write from my “heart” rather than from my brain. So here’s an experiment.

You can never go forward

The two-
legged poet
did not ask the roach to dinner
it was the ants who sent the invitation
and scattered blood red autumn leaves
on the shallow ocean’s smooth, wet
top.
And no,
there was not any sound
of a sea-
gull
or a quacking
old
duck.
As a matter of fact,
most of the other living fish
were at the bottom of the ocean

dead,
for sure.
Ma, "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."
Blue, I did not put my name to this and have admitted it is an imitation. I have no intention of claiming this form or this poem as my own. It is a simple experiment in unrhymed poetry. If this were plagiarism, no one would be permitted to write a Sonnet or even an imitation of Bukowski.
No TD's (whoops, sorry) from me. I believe everyone has a right to their own opinion.
Thank you Todd. I have always valued your opinions and suggestions for my poetry. Glad to see you here.
 
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