I’ve been pondering a question:
What makes a poem?
Is it the rhythm of a repeated
rhyme? Time, meter – line?
Hmm…
Assonance plays with sibilance
Not forgetting consonance
A friend to fickle alliteration
A simple station – yet we
Stop there.
Pay your fare and
Play your games fair!
What makes a poem?
Perhaps it’s simply the poet!