Poetry by Jeff Green


The stick in the mud

by cricketjeff on February 26, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

In long and lazy meter I repose
Contented in the comfort of the rhyme
Perhaps I’ll find modernity in time
Before my aging bones can decompose
I have no greater wisdom to dispose
I cannot push my thoughts beyond sublime
So I must strive to make my verses chime
With all the dreams a lover may propose

Although iambs can seem a rigid cage
Confining and conventional in tone
They are a form with which I can engage
And maybe even make them seem my own
The Petrach never rhymed his final pair
Perhaps I’m not incorrigibly square