Prompt: Write a 20-line rhyming poem about something that really annoys you.
Response: Rhyming Poetry
I despise rhyming poetry
everything from couplet to soliloquy.
It's pretentious and overdone
to pretend 'sun' hasn't already been rhymed to 'won'.
It gives a false sense of security
to those who can't quite write free verse poetry -
It pulls the wool over the writer's eyes
and persuades them to recycle English teachers' lies.
As if no one has rhymed 'hearts' or 'crime'
with cliched statements about 'starts' and 'time' -
As if rhyme has any place outside the realm of a kids' book
that's read to them and then tucked away without another look.
What happens to the elasticity of the English word -
the lovely cascading cacophonous noise created to be heard -
when the same two sounds are stuck like glue
or like gum to the bottom of a passerby's shoe?
What happens to the meaning of a poem's song
when requirements for rhyme make it far too long?
Yes, I despise rhyming poetry - caboodle and kit . . .
plus (If you must know) . . . I'm terrible at it.
Notes: This poem was also originally written with straight margins so there's no reason to view the project with this one.
This is probably my favorite prompt so far. And rhyming poetry really does grate on my nerves, but I'm not dissing on any poet brave and organized enough to use it. Poetry is all about putting words into a verbal display of a specific piece of the writer and if you can use rhymes to do that - go you.