Wanting Only To Rhyme

Before I could return to writing prose,

  the Muse kidnapped my pen by decree

 

Most days fully structured and measured on end,

  but tonight

     —words yearned to be free

 

Each story cerebral, its words to describe,

  new plots marching forward in time

 

With fables inscribed for others, not I,

   my true voice

      —wanting only to rhyme

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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