Let Sleeping Dogs Lie My dog lies so submissively upon the chair where I should be. As one eye opens plaintively, his sigh, my muse, says quietly, “But soft, behold this poetry. Preserve the moment’s dignity with sensitive alacrity— for goodness’ sake, don’t sit on me!”
Divergent Roads Aggrieved by form, adverse to rhyme free verse will wend its way alone though either path may be sublime. Each zenith has its uphill climb but free verse finds its muscle tone aggrieved by form, adverse to rhyme. Some think of constructs as a crime with limitations they’ll disown, though either path may be sublime. And at this time, in present clime, free verse will seek to claim the throne, aggrieved by form, adverse to rhyme. Traditions still persist through time but some believe they must atone, though either path may be sublime. While practiced styles retain their prime, free verse aspires for better-known, aggrieved by form, adverse to rhyme, though either path may be sublime.
Let Them Fly Spontaneous poems oft’ turn out my best— they fly from my fingers like birds from a nest, then author and pen are both given due rest upon their completing the gist of my jest. Even so, it would seem (at this writer’s behest), they are rarely reviewed; seldom put to the test. Do those which I edit improve as they age; novitiate thoughts turn profound, even sage once they notice the doors were removed from their cage and they’re free to take to flight on a much broader stage so on losing their fledgling wings they’ll disengage from the bonds where their infancy first met the page?
Ken Gosse generally writes short, rhymed verse using whimsy and humor in traditional meters. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, since then in The Offbeat, Pure Slush, Parody, Home Planet News Online, Sparks of Calliope and others. Raised in the Chicago, Illinois, suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, over twenty years.
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