Poetry?
Who's to define it?
Poetry is drabbles, tiny scenes
Rhyming? Patterns?
Look, if you want to, throw 'em in
Don't try and tell me mine isn't poetry
just because it doesn't look it
You can take your iambic pentameter and... well
You fill it with your cliches
stuff it, dead, into your boxes
Only to drag it out
Shake the limp dead thing and tell me
me with the poetry light and live
as the wind, as a wire
say "See?
This is poetry. This rhymes"
But rhyming it, do you realize,
you've murdered the wind and the wire?

NOTE; It's an old poem. Notice I rhyme now, so it was just my opinion then. Please no hate mail.