Rhyming
Is out of style
It has been for quite a while now but I disagree
For nothing feels more natural and free
Than a good old fashioned rhyme scheme
From the moment I wake from a dream
Of stanzas wrapped in lucid meaning
To the moment I succumb to a nightly sleep
I enjoy nothing more than a yarn or a tale
That can burst me with laughter or make me weep
With sorrow I didn’t know I had the capacity to feel
That cuts through me so deep
That it feels good
We conjure images with words that rile the blood
Those images stir within us something that makes
The darkened corners of our hearts feel bathed in light
For an empathetic word on a page is all it takes
To let you know that you are not alone in your plight
Against life
Against the world
Against time
So spread the word
That rhyming is back
Rhyming is back and it’s better than ever
Sharp as a tack or light as a feather
It matters not
So long as the words flow like caramel
Being placed on wafer in a TV ad
And the imagery does just enough to tell
The tale dripping from the artist’s hand
And the rhyming accentuates this
Punctuates this
Complements this
Permeates this
To create something more than the sum of its parts
To create something that even a philistine would consider as art
To create something that feels like it could be the start
Of something
Of anything
Love
Adventure
Heartbreak
Inertia
Poetry covers them all
And rhyming poetry is the most poetic of all
As it can leave us as wide eyed as a child
It can drive us to frenzy and then leave us mild
It can plant the seeds of a volcano soon to erupt
It can begin slowly, growing and then end so abrupt
Just kidding
Rhyming poetry should always have a fake ending
For each and every line should have a tone of finality
Tear away the fourth wall’s presumptions by bending
The way we observe our own reality
Good writing can take you into the stratosphere
Relax your mind and create within it an atmosphere
Of creativity
Imagination
Of contrast
Alliteration
Four fully formed or fledgling ideas
Of lines living large in luscious print
Willfully waiting with withering patience
Hopefully holding on for hearing a hint
Of what the final line will be
That killer rhyme that will take us 360
To end where we began
Bookend the poem like that was always the plan
But I’m not that good of a writer
Not by a mile
I mean, what do I know
Rhyming is out of style