A comment received got me thinking. Some of us try to perfect so many different methods of writing poetry. Some of us are comfortable in writing as we always have done.

Conforming to the variable...

In lilting voice I would sing in rhyme
Each verse for a poem unwritten
In syllabilic count and timbre kept
The mind holds firm to customs old

But yet "new schools" forget old ways
Theirs is the "modern" class at best
Rhyme nor rhythm, no reason or right
The meaning laid bare on the page

Taste is such an aquired sense
Or should lamb be found as beef?
And as is art not from the brush
But from the artist's colours spread

Each to their own, or all for one
The skill - to find something for all
If one should conform to just new ideas
Then the craft of poetic rhyme will fall

Poetry by Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-10 at 21:18

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Liam,
It is so nice to read you again. I really enjoyed your poem. I applaud your sentiments regarding poetry. Thanks for sharing.