Not yet
by cricketjeff on February 2, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The perfect poem has not yet been penned
I hope I do not live to see it done
For when perfection comes there is an end
To ev’ry lesser mortals chance of fun
Maybe the form it takes has now been drawn
Immortal bard it was who showed the way
With sonnets written as his heart was torn
To write like that you must have gone astray
For centuries the poets of the age
Have tried in vain to find a better form
All manner of man’s vision on a page
Too much was lost in failing to conform
Now I see that there are those who strive
To keep the dream of perfect rhyme alive
Author notes
This sucks and will therefore be replaced when/if the muses strike. Trouble is
I’m not really big on perfection.
English