An Ode to Form

With a heaving heart I cower at your pure aesthetic power,
Lost on some, but I’m devoured by your sea of symmetry.
Whitman wilted well-formed versing, many Moderns spurned it, cursing,
But I revel in immersing, swimming in your patterny,
Buoyant rhythms, metric tides, residing in your poetry.
–No, it isn’t lost on me.

Sad it is I hear so often, poets feel that form’s a coffin.
Will this hard line ever soften? Could another Edgar be?
So now I’ve finished, finished writing, all my thoughts I thought worth citing
While the Raven was inviting inspiration out of me.
While the Raven was reminding me of perfect symmetry.
–Never to be lost in me.

2 comments for “An Ode to Form

  1. Tom
    June 21, 2011 at 3:37 am

    Nicely done!

    • Jim
      June 22, 2011 at 5:58 pm

      :-) Thanks, man!

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