I love to tell a story
Factual or made up.
And I love to type free verse,
Even the occasional rhyme
From time to time.
Love making conversation
Watching telly
Playing on Facebook
And surfing that ocean called The Worldwide Web.
In the nineteen sixties or seventies or whenever
I read a book in Pudsey Library
About a teacher who encouraged his students
To express themselves fully in free verse.
He wrote of short lines that
Shock!
And longer lines that linger in their elucidation of logical algorithms.
But otherwise there were no rules,
No doggerel-metres to follow,
Just freedom of expression.
So now I write this way myself.
Or rather, type.
And I keep typing.
Always typing.
One thing or another.
Constantly compelled to type
Something or other
Whether it’s a piece like this
Or not.
I keep on posting
And sharing
On the internet
Posting and sharing.
Hoping of course
That you will heed my words
And maybe have a go
Yourself.
Paul Butters
© PB 22\2\2023.
