Lament of a Tone Deaf Poet

Poems by Suzanne Frischkorn

I think there's something wrong with me—
formal poems drive me crazy.
This poet I've turned out to be
who likes and writes just verse that's 'free'
could easily be called lazy.
I think there's something wrong with me,
my lack of musicality
makes the metrics sort-of hazy.
This poet I've turned out to be
would love nothing more than to see
words in anapest, dactyl, trochee!
I think there's something wrong with me
I can't tell dactyl from a spondee,
and here I force a rhyme—daisy.
This poet I've turned out to be
fails by a technicality—
a curse from the Witch of Agnesi?
I think there's something wrong with me—
this poet I've turned out to be.