Where did she go? He wonders drunkenly Taking a rather generous swig of his booze In order to soothe his ominously somber mood He puts the bottle down And lights a cigarette Inhaling and exhaling A bit of joy is taken in the fact That he is slowly killing himself And if the whiskey doesn’t kill him If the cigarettes don’t kill him If the omnipresent dullness that surrounds him Fails to do him in Her absence surely will
Yeah, generally i don't stress that stuff and just stick with traditional free verse (if there is such a thing), but that kind of came naturally.
Robert Frost once said that, "writing free verse is like playing tennis without a net." I thought that was a little pretentious.
It's a valid point. There's no rules, no boundaries. I rather like it, though. There are so few creative mediums in which you can get across EXACTLY what you want to say. But thanks for the feedback!!
That's true. Free verse can be really great for expressing oneself. Adding meter though can really expand the overall feeling of the poem by giving it a nice cadence and feel. No problem I hope to see more in the future.
