Worduko Constantly refine through drafting. Placate words and place them in line. Listen closely to hear your own voice And let your mind's eye focus in images. Always choose the right time for rhyme, Never pursue it at the expense of the form. I always tried to find a form Then force myself into drafting. I used to constantly employ rhyme, It was the only way to end a line! Though my mind would flow with images They'd never totally soak into my voice. I began to hear my own voice More clearly as it took on form I was able to rein in my images, My nagging them through drafting Made them march smoothly into line And sometimes as a bonus they'd rhyme! As a child I thought poetry was just rhyme; Now I know it's more than that, it's a voice That sometimes whispers in a single line Or screaming echoes throughout the form. Our job is to knead it with strong drafting And serve it with an entree of images. They're trouble though, these images They hide behind and twist the rhyme, You play a game of hide and seek in drafting To pluck out those which suit your voice, And strap them in struggling, into a form Your pen warning them to stay in line The trick is to balance on the line Between who has the power; you or the images They can themselves create an awesome form And even shelter a hidden rhyme But don't let them bury your voice, Constantly dig it out through drafting. It's not here nor there if your line has rhyme Or if there are no images wrapped in your voice. You simply need to fmd your own form through drafting! |