Before We Were Poets
the heart of a matter rather than its meter . . .
4 days ago
Before we went struttin’
some iambic pentameter
a pulse merely went impulsive
raw gritty realism ruled
back before wordplay
stirred our syncopation.
Before we went struttin’
some iambic pentameter
a pulse merely went impulsive
raw gritty realism ruled
back before wordplay
stirred our syncopation.