Words, I find, must have a rhythm
They ought to be placed with care
Though free verse means there is no need
For rhyme or metric feet
Still words must communicate
Through their musicality.

Words, when they are free
May lose musicalit-ness
They stagg-
er and
cut and
trip
Fall unto themselves
With barely a whiff
Of aforementioned pulse.
However, this is not what I would like to do
I find it does not amuse and entertain the reader - you.

Words ought to have a meaning
When written in free verse
They may be formed
Dif-fer-rent-ly
Than we are used to seeing
But that strange form should still
Communicate a sense
Of what the author means it to.

Words are building blocks
Used by the noble poet
The function of a poet
Seems innately to be play
Play with words, play with sounds
Play that lasts all… afternoon

Words can be a sly trap
Ensnaring he who reads
It needn’t be the pretty sonnet
Which the Bard favoured so
‘Tis not to say, however,
That such forms don’t have their place
Simply that each choice
Should be made
With the truest, utmost care.

Words, I find, must have a use
They should not be employed in vain.
Let all your texts reflect this truth
And greatness, you’ll attain.