Member Rara Avis
Ok. My turn. (whew! do I really want to do this?... who knows... here goes)
Bickering will get us nowhere. I frankly do not feel anybody is threatened by anybody else. Of course, maybe I'm being too simplistic or giving too many people the benefit of the doubt. It's a matter of writers looking for an audience, IMHO.
Perhaps all of this can be resolved if we separate the forums and make a "Metered Rhyme" forum and a "Free Verse" forum.... I don't know, seems like Ron has better things to do with his time, if you know what I mean.
But, geez, we are all writers, here. We try. Some of it sucks. Some of it is publishable. We are here to learn from each other and to respect each other, no matter how far along we are in developing our craft.
It can't be argued that free verse is not a valid, respected form of poetry. There are just too many well-respected published free verse poets out there. Obviously, rhyming metered verse is also valid and respected.... thus the classics. (But, btw, some free verse poets are also considered "classic"... think e.e. cummings, etc.)
We all want to know we have an audience here, that's all. And we should respect each other, not feel threatened by anyone. One poet makes a remark about how there seem to be many more free verse poems here than rhyming ones and wants to know if free verse is welcome, and another poet makes a remark that free verse isn't REAL poetry.... C'mon, guys.... cut it out.... Enjoy each other and learn from each other. Free verse isn't "cheap" verse. Rhyming verse isn't all "hallmark card" material. Stop arguing and start learning from each other and digging beneath the surface for the TRUTH behind what we are saying.... which, I think, is the sole purpose of poetry.... to paint a picture of truth in a moment of time.
I will close (you are all shouting hurray!) with one of my very all time favorite poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins:
By Hopkins, Gerard Manley .
Glory be to God for dappled things -
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced -fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: