English poetry

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The meter I had sought to find, perplexed,
Was ripped from books of “verse” that read like prose.
I found it in sheet music, in long rows
Of hologramic CDs, in sad wrecks
Of long-forgotten volumes undisturbed
Half-centuries by archivists, unscanned.
I read their fading numbers, frowned, perturbed-
Why should their tattered artistry be banned?

I heard the sleigh bells’ jingles, vampish ads,
The supermodels’ babble, Seuss’s books
Extolled in major movies, blurbs for abs…
A few poor thinnish journals crammed in nooks
Are all I’ve found this late to sell to those
Who’d classify free verse “expensive prose.”

Originally published by The Chariton Review

Poem Discrimination - Michael Burch