Was This Dumb Poem I Wrote Worth The Effort?
It was written a while ago as an exercise: one of those games where you’ve got x number of minutes to write something new. Most of the verse I’ve written over the years is free form where the last thing in the world I worry about is rhyming words in old-school form. That several of the early lines ending up rhyming was by accident. Then I decided they matched the tone of the poem. The point is: I don’t exactly dislike this poem but am not sure if it has any real creative merit worth being proud of? Your honest opinions are encouraged and welcomed.
LOVE AS ANTIMATTER
If I should write a poem, a frivolous endeavor
of emotional disdain, the implications would
suggest that the temperature in Hades has dropped below
thirty-two degrees and has held steady as it should.
If I were to write a poem, assuming sanity
had finally succumbed to it’s more staunch opponents,
casting a heart’s skepticism into the abyss,
it would be to trade a fool’s caution for a love’s kiss.
If I were to write a poem
it would imply that life as
I know it has run amok:
resistance is out of luck.
If I were to write a poem
if would be an ode to the
demise of a protective
nature exchanged for shared bliss.
(Yeah, I know the title sucks. It originally was simply called 'If...')