My lament for the dying art of rhyming verse. Yesterday, I read through loads of literary journals, and only 2 poems that were published had any…
Eulogy for Rhyme
You who have exiled Rhyme to unsung antiquity!
Whose hearts jump and skitter not at melody and harmony!
No apology will I offer to cool your virgin skin
And stroke your tone-deaf soul as it damns
My lover buried underneath these fertile grounds of dismissal
Hear me now!
I say to you, to All!
To all who proclaimed His wretched fall
From Poetic Grace with parched lips wrinkled
I AM the Necromancer, excavating and resurrecting ghosts
Dancing in moonlight , spinning tales to fill the starving sails
Of a sinking ship bound for Eternity
Committing the ultimate treason
Seducing verse with rhyme and reason
Betraying the frigid, enlightened Elite
For a wicked,
kiss on the mouth,
and a scarlet,
whisper in the ear