I think it impossible
For a rhymer
not to rhyme.
She cannot see what they see;
these neo-poets who stumble
w iI d l y down
the path of
understanding
Metaphors and similes
bouncing
off the walls of
their intellect
and pouring themselves
helter-skelter
onto the 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?

©Cassandra Crews