Personally, I believe that there _is_ such a thing as free verse; the
lines must not just be short, they must have rhythm to them.
I also find much of the poetry that has been appearing here rather
tedious, because the rhythms are often approximate at best, and the
rhymes seem forced. Too bad for me; no poet requires that I like
his/her poetry.
Can we call it a matter of taste and get on with life? Wrangling
about "proper" art reminds me of one of the things I dislike about
Ayn Rand.
Kennita
Kennita Watson | The bond that links your true family is not one of blood,
kwatson@netcom.com| but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do
| members of the same family grow up under the same roof.
| -- Richard Bach, _Illusions_