Ruled By Meter, Ruled By Rhyme (A Poet Of 'what's Next') Poem by Long Tooth

I love both metered verse and rhyme, the discipline they bring
that guides the output of my muse (their voices help heart sing
without restraint) . They elevate mere prose, grant harmony
to speech that gives it shine. They decorate mind's symphony.
Free verse, of course, inhabits space, mysterious this tide
that sweeps the shore of consciousness; muse-slave, its currents hide
fact gravity enslaves us all. No atheist lends voice
to protests that Its Will's not fair! Does Truth give one a choice?
How silly is the vanity, that God does not exist,
while we sing ‘truth' like troubadours to ONE that can't be kissed?
Should heart prove greatest fool of all, still infinite are ways
I hope to live in gratitude to Grace that RULES my days.
If death is just a final sleep, then let me praise its door!
But till that day (if that is all) , I live in faith there's more!


Long Tooth
June 15th in 2022