This poem came into being as I struggled to go further than the first two lines, which I felt were so cleverly rhyming! Then it all fell apart because I couldn’t stick with the meter, and then, after asking myself, why should I stick with the meter?, the rest of this poem emerged. A sort of an affirmation of resistance.
This is what happens when we poets overthink things!
The entire poem is printed here, and is in PDF.
It Doesn’t Fit
Is there room in the tomb for the womb?
Is there space in this place for some grace?
Is there time to search for the right rhyme
only to discover that doesn’t actually fit the meter
and you wonder what’s the use –
or
you decide – at right angles –
to live the words that don’t fit the meter.
And you decide in the face of death to bring forth life.
In the face of destruction, to create.
You decide it’s time to go back to the place we’ve never been before.