Don't rhyme, Poetry. <br />Our thoughts and tongues don't think that way. <br />Steer clear of meter, sweet Poetry. <br />I'm tired of counting and scanning. <br />Liberate yourself from the chains of Tradition <br />and become yourself, Poetry. <br /> <br />I know your laws like a son knows his father's, <br />Reading your tales from Burns, Blake, and Donne. <br />I know your anatomy like a physician <br />and I practiced, practice, practicing. <br /> <br />And like the teenager I am, Poetry, <br />I rebelled. <br />I became an individually packaged poet <br />Pen sold separately. <br />And all by choice, too. <br /> <br />Keep your tradition, and I'll start mine. <br />I'll visit, and I expect you to call, <br />But for now I'll stick with my philosophical prose and <br />small machines of thought. <br /> <br />Thank you though, Tree of Poetry <br />I hope I don't fall far from you.<br /><br />Eli MorenoDrew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-poetry-2/
