Advice To A Young Poet
Don't tell me my style is way out of fashion,
When yours looks a whole lot like a whole lot of dashing.
Indeed, I have written much in the modern form.
But there's something to say about something warm.
A comfortable fit in a sensible style,
A fair jab of wit and a sly wink of guile.
Our ancestors toiled to master the meter,
And found variations to make it much sweeter.
They wrestled with iambs with trochee they would toil,
Creating sonnets, ballads, and the rhyme royal.
Yes spontaneity is sometimes wisely advised,
Nary a good poem is never revised.
Be ravenous in your reading of poetry both newer and old,
And unlock the secrets that all of them hold.
If this sounds a tad harsh that is not how it's meant,
For all poetry should be a grand experiment.
Author's note: Please note: This poem is not an attack on any poet or poem, but simply the suggestion that there is much to be learned about the craft of poetry by experimenting with other forms of poetry.