Perhaps it's not the perfect rhyme
That makes the poets worth.
Perhaps it's not the perfect song
That lets the cantor live.
Perhaps it's not the perfect swim
That makes the swimmer's strains
Worth all the toil and heartache--
Worth all the practiced days.
Perhaps it's something more than these
That makes our souls of worth.
Perhaps it's something that we've had,
Each of us, since birth.
Divinity the greatest gift,
Imparted unto all,
Leaves us with purpose
And reason, so stand tall.
3 comments:
This is great. I love the way you begin, with the "perhaps." It is much more effective than firmly stating that "it isn't the perfect rhyme that makes the poets worth." Your phrasing makes us pause and think. Is there a particular reason why you talked about swimmers? I only ask because it got more lines than the others, and thus more emphasis. Are you a swimmer? Great job.
I really like the sense and sentiment of this verse. I also like the form. It is simple and clear but not trivial. It flows well. Have you written much poetry before?
Great job Sean, I too liked the repetition of 'perhaps' that you used. It allowed the poem to flow really well. I especially liked the opening how you talk about a poet's worth not being all about the rhyme, and then you too chose not to rhyme in that verse, great parallel.
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