Poetry can be a candle that burns very precisely when it has lots of attention given to rhyming, stress, and meter. Or it can be wild and free like a burning fireplace when the author lets the message be most important.
Early poets paid lots of attention to meter and rhyme. For the rhyming to work out, words were chosen that sometimes were not best for the meaning. They had a good sound, but I don’t like to rhyme and lose my best words. I read that translators from one language to another would rather keep the meaning and sacrifice the rhyming in poems.
Old writers used metric patterns of stressed and unstressed syllables. Later poets liked the freedom of not using meter. I like patterns and rhythm, but not by syllable.
My fireplace poetry doesn’t drip drip or stay together in one neat flame, but it sparks and roars and warms the page. Wild!
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