When feeling forms words into verse
Maybe sublime, poignant, punching powerful emotion, sad or happy, joy;–melancholy
It is a gamble
That the feeling reads through
That others would resonate or care about that feeling, want simpatico
It’s safer to arrange pretty words
In complex sequences ideation of symbols
To catch the eye on language games
The leaf of paper ink form word, language
In a hip-hop world
‘40’s music still sings to heartstrings
Beethoven yet storms and rages
In our world of facile rhyme and rhythm
Outmoded forms communicate despite form
With and through form
And contemporaneity’s distracting noise
Nor a suicidal retirement into the lost past
Then there’s just how you feel
And if it can find its way into
Song, music, rhythm, rhyme, word
That verse would mean something someone
Hears, reads, resonates, harmonizes
David Fekete 