......Rhymes Are Deadly Poem by elysabeth faslund
......Rhymes Are Deadly
Poetry is a gamble, a ramble
Of disproportion to meaning...
Meaning to disproportion...
But, either choice...is poetry!
Raining on my cloud parade,
Monday charade of mice and
Men...would it be a sin to rhyme...
Doth not be of that opinion...I...
Rhymes do have place in Time,
Ancient Time of oral memories.
Remember the rhyme, and the
Rest came tumbling after.
Nursery rhymes are not that cute!
Remembrances, mnemonics,
Started revolutions, war, memories
Of kings' and traitors' deeds...
The seeds were planted in
Rhymes, flowering into the
Babies' cribs of future vines,
Gardens of memory.
When it's asked 'why don't
All poems rhyme? '..or 'all
Poems should rhyme'...well
Remember the season of
The birth of rhyme was not
Innocent, nor cutsey...it
Served its purpose for mice
And men, to attend to deeds
Not as 'harmless' as...
Roses are red, violets are blue...
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4/19/2024 8:18:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is so true, Elysabeth! We read to our babies 'cut of their tails with a carving knife! ' Amazing when we think about it now. Many rhymes that we didn't think twice about but spread their message on to the next generation of children. Great read, a '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn