I enjoyed writing poetry but unfortunately it came out with rhythm and rhyme. Rhythm is what the experts call “regular meter.” Every time I tried my hand at poetry I was ridiculed for my rhythm and rhyme. I was too young then and trying too much to please, so I didn’t do as I should have and told my critics to go stuff it. Here’s another sample of my poetry after I tried to make it meet the requirements of my critics.
Tracks
My tracks pursue me in the snow,
Step by step.
Tirelessly they follow me.
There is nothing I can do to stop them.
A light snow blows in my face,
Flake by flake.
Tirelessly they fill my tracks.
There is nothing I can do to stop them.
My acts pursue me in life,
Bad by good.
Tirelessly they push me on.
There is nothing I can do to stop them.
The winds of aging whisper in my ear,
Month by day.
Tirelessly they push me on
Until there is no dawn.
4 Responses
I do like this poem.
I have never tried to market any of my poetry other than those related to Vietnam because of the negative comments about my use of rhyme and rhythm. I think the Vietnam poetry sold simply because it’s emotional impact.
Oh I agree “stuff them” it’s a great poem! Love it.
Thank you!!!