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I’VE ALWAYS LIKED RHYME,
MOST OFTEN WHEN IT DISAPPEARS.

 

Almost like a game that the writer plays—to tell a tale, share a feeling, get a point across in rhyme without the rhyme dictating the cadence or the emphasis placed on the words.

When I was young, I wrote a few rhymed pieces—one for a 7th grade English class, somewhat later another for my dad’s 50th birthday, and probably little things in between. In 1991, I was 40. My ex lover had died from AIDS earlier that year. I wrote a poem for a holiday greeting, and have done so every year since save one, 2001.

Calling these pieces “poems” may be a bit inaccurate as well, since they’re not poetry in the sense of most poems I’ve read—pictures with words. These are more rhymed essays, soliloquies, in which I often learn what I think by setting it down.

In 1999 I paired the words with images for the first time. It was also a time where I abandoned rhyme for a brief period. Honest, it wasn’t as much fun for me without the challenge of the meter and rhyme, so the free verse phase didn’t last for long.

But employing pictures with the words stayed. I look for a relationship between the words and images. Sometimes there’s no direct verbal connection, picture to words, but they feel to me of a piece; other times (2002 Holiday for example) there’s a clear reference.

I write “on occasion”—holidays, valentines, Passover, birthdays, and even my husband and my wedding/commitment ceremony. Holiday greetings became more political over the years. Valentines took a particular form early on and I’ve continued to use it.

But above all, I strive to be honest. Yes, I want the rhyme, but not at the expense of the truth. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes anything but.

I hope you enjoy these. If you do, let me know. If you don’t, thanks for stopping by.

 

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