My Poem Does Not Rhyme
My stanzas have no lines
My words have no letters
My rhythm, no beat
My imagery … literal
My poem does not rhyme
It can’t be seen or heard
Can’t be touched
But can be felt
In your heart
Not by your fingers
Resonates in your being
Dances with your subconscious
Warms your toes
And the tips of your kinks
Does not rhyme
Not squeezed into a form
Free flows like the wind
In arbitrary clusters
Like the crunchy leaves
Void of arrangement
Does not rhyme
Does not rhyme
Does not rhyme
But the rhetoric
Is quite poetic
© 2011 Teju Chosen. All rights reserved.
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really good poem, makes you think