Why free verse?

I ask that question of myself

But you can join in 

If you want

Life is not neat and tidy

People don’t walk about speaking

Just so

Everything rhyming

Chiming

Right on cue

As they go

No

And I like to describe

Therefore what I’m describing

Must ring true

So

It is free verse for me

The words only rhyming where they cross paths 

Meeting greeting

Serendipitously

I respect other views

Great Haiku 

Is extremely beautiful 

Like walking through a rain storm 

Without becoming drenched

Yet enjoying all the smells

The textures

Of rain

And

I understand the fascination

That some have with control

Making words behave

Clipping 

Snipping

Disciplining 

Enforcing human will

On the words

Applause all round if that is your thing

It’s not mine

I don’t do crosswords either

And I think that’s why they like me

The words

Come and perch on my pen 

I don’t capture them 

The words

I simply enjoy their song

Even hum along

As

Like birds

They sing 

I don’t put them in cages

I set them free

Watch them scatter across the page

Formations dark and pretty

Sunsets behind

Silhouettes

In metaphor capturing my eye

And mind

It pleases me

Endlessly

It’s why I write