When The Fates Allow

I don’t write sonnets,

 or limerick verse

 

I don’t write haiku,

 though often terse

 

I don’t write ballads,

 or Horatian odes

 

I don’t write parables,

 to self-implode

 

But I do write in rhythm,

 and often in rhyme

 

With meaning that’s buried,

 and metered in time

 

All verbal indenture,

 I must disavow

 

For the meaning to rise

 —when the fates do allow

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

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