(An International Journal of Poetry)
Volume-1 June-2011 Number-1
By Hal O'Leary
Let not there be a doubt, I am averse
To everything they choose to call, free verse.
For me, it has become the devil's curse
On poetry, and making matters worse,
It's naught but prose.
In dictionaries, metric is most used,
Along with rhyme, (the terms are often fused)
To tell us verse should never be confused,
Or ever used with free. We're not amused.
Give us repose
If we are free to do most anything,
And all our words, we do not choose, but fling,
Then lyricism loses all its ring,
And though we write, we do no longer sing.
I do propose.
Although it's true we cannot close the door
On charges that we live in days of yore,
It's time to claim, as we have done before,
Free Verse? An oxymoron, nothing more.
With that, I close.