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My mother taught me to love poetry. Something else is called poetry now.
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Robert Browning: "Love Among the Ruins" I prefer poems with rhyme and meter. I like yours. They are easier to memorize. Zen-like. The Keats is good. Poindexter's lungs fixation throws his poetry off for me. Once works, twice seems like carelessness, to paraphrase a line from "The Importance of Being Earnest." (Losing one parent is tragic. Two seems like carelessness. ) i.c.'s rhyme is lost in the absence of meter which throws the poem out of balance. It's a good idea... gone wrong through inattention to detail. The others are very good. You're right. Eye of the beholder.
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