No, not for me; the plastic verse, <br />The lines of fractured prose. <br />Give me instead the singing rhyme <br />That each true poet knows. <br /> <br />The imagery that overwhelms <br />And sweeps you like a flood. <br />The thrilling, driving, metered verse <br />That pulses like the blood. <br /> <br />I want to feel the joy and pain <br />I want to taste the fear; <br />So take your plastic poetry, <br />And stick it in your ear!<br /><br />Frank Halliwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-for-me-5/
