I think it impossible
For a rhymer
not to rhyme.
She cannot see what they see;
these neo-poets who stumble
wildly down
the path of
understanding
Metaphors and similes
bouncing
off the walls of
their intellect
and pouring themselves
helter-skelter
onto page…
Is she doomed to
Remain cooped up
in the confines
of her own poetic prison
with its intolerant bars
of verse
and rigid rules;
handcuffed
and
suffocating?