Why Rhyme?

Hands to keys I take to now, Free the spirit to higher vow. Calling which I know not where, Pulling words from calm clear air. Day so long, night I dwell, Taken as if within a spell. Tap the letters in a line, Words to form in metered rhyme. Why in rhyme flow at will. Why not in standard story still. Both and each find there way, Driving forth for which to play. Rhyme it is to take the lead, Filling the heart and soul with ease. Not the story which too is there, These metered beats pouring with flare. Is this fate to which I write, From bended wing to freedom flight. Just mere words, or vocal call, Pouring forth each and all. Joy of past and those untold. Staving off ill wills and woes. Freed and soaring, I travel about, From within the soul does shout. Rapture found while bound within. Fluid wash just under my skin. Euphoric feeling does take hold, As the words, their meaning unfold. Good endeavours too must end. Even those we call a whim. Back to earth I now must go. To start again this wondrous flow. -- Aine 2010

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