In cadent, rhythmic beat
The timing planned and rigid
As pen and poet meet
The meter is seductive
The rhythm quite secure
Irresistible and fluid
I yield to its allure
Oh rhyme, you have me going
In your perfect-sounding verse
I am safe within your bounds
So in them I converse
I fear the use of prose
In its chaos and disorder
For in the world of rhyme
There is guidance, line, and border
Completion can be reached
Expectation can be met
Affirmation rhyme by rhyme
Like a flawless life vignette
Your sound is sweet and measured
Echoed line by line
Matched in perfect beat
Word and rhythm intertwine
And prose, your adversary
Is an open, great, unknown
It challenges your order
With a freedom all it's own
Dare I step into the world
Of language without bound?
Where word is unrestricted
By placement, beat, and sound
Rhyme, your words come easy
I have complete control
Without you I lose courage
Unsure of my new role
Maybe I should leave you
For fear of getting caught
In realm of curbed expression
And regulated thought
Independence, I will find you
Letting go of reservations
For the possibility
Of rejected limitations
-C. O'Connell-
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