FOR BETTER AND FOR VERSE
It isn’t poetry I write, but verse,
Because it doesn’t so much sing as speak,
Yet know that writing merely prose is worse
Since verse still has the means to sound unique.
I grant, for reaching lyric heights in song
And touching hearts and souls with melody,
The passion of true poetry is strong,
As this pedestrian verse will never be.
But still I think the lilt of metric lines
And the expected placement of each rhyme
Will lift you into subtler designs
Of form that no mere paragraph can climb.
So though you may be settling for less,
There’s worse than verse, I think you must confess.