I don't write free verse very often, but I've been experimenting with it. Hope you like this one The Martyr Poets It seems to be an unwritten edict. That youth be the Cutoff point for dreamers. Woe, for Rimbaud, That progenitor of anarchists. Woe, for Hendrix Who wrote the soundtrack to an era. Woe, for Morrison Who could not cope with fame’s painful rewards. Having not attained 20 years of mortal service Where am I left? I just began my dreaming. I pray to have many more dream-years. But I suppose the choice s mine.
