No, not for me; the plastic verse,
The lines of fractured prose.
Give me instead the singing rhyme
That each true poet knows.
The imagery that overwhelms
And sweeps you like a flood.
The thrilling, driving, metered verse
That pulses like the blood.
I want to feel the joy and pain
I want to taste the fear;
So take your plastic poetry,
And stick it in your ear!
Frank Halliwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-for-me-5/
