To see the most important things, I need
To close my eyes, for then what I can heed
Is what imagination might reveal
That by my artistry I may make real.
This poem is just such an artifact
That’s latent in my brain until unpacked
By my attending to what comes to mind
And seeing how my notions are inclined.
Without the vital impetus of rhyme,
I’d never find the novelties that I’m
Bestowed with by the Muse, who gives me clues
And resonant alternatives to choose.
While free verse may be easier to write,
Bound verse creates more resonant delight.