Heartpen: Poems of a Cardiac Quill

Elegy of the Rhyme

I'll clobber life with rhyme

     Because no matter how

I'm buffeted by time,

     I'll smirk and raise a brow

And best my ails with couplets,

With semibreves, quintuplets.

For I conduct this show.

     I wield the white baton.

I am the status quo,

     The game board, life my pawn.

Until one day, sometime,

I've not but one more rhyme.

I scour from high to low,

     Peruse the annals vast

From Dickinson to Poe,

     Until I stand aghast.

For every tune's been used

And every scheme diffused.

Of measures we've run out.

     The cadences we chose

Have left us in a drought.

     We're even out of prose.

It's all been said before

In books that we adore.

So can we even lean

     On all our sturdy arts

That certainly can screen

     From all the devil's darts?

Oh, in the end above

Even the arts is love.