Iamb I Said

Iamb I Said

Life presses on, in constant beat,
so tragically absurd.
A whirling universal thought,
reduced to written word.

Prose buttons up in drab attire
with grammar cut and dried,
while poesy strips away the veil,
exposing what's inside.

Make rhythmic rhyme or draw a blank,
a quip inside a card.
Committed acts of poetry,
well versed in all regard.

Heart's soaring joy or grief's abyss,
we struggle to explain.
Emotion overflows the page,
too vast to be contained.

With cryptic words we forge a key,
unlock that hidden door.
A poem should grasp at unseen truth,
or what's a metaphor?

Author's note: ▼

Entered in the November 2024 round of:

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Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest   (E) A Contest for Metrical Rhyming Poetry. #2055137 by Brenpoet

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