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2.05.05

The paradoxical poem...

When one wants to sound quite silly,
One can rhyme words willy-nilly.
Reining meter's quirky capers,
Serious turns to comic vapours.

Yet free
skcal too
clews
to two (who?)
meangni...

Thus:

Good art requires but two parts
To merit worthwhile read:
Familiarity, or repetitious pattern,
That practiced, reduces the need
Of ear to wonder at stops or starts.

Yet regularly metered rhyme
Gets old and clichéd after time.
Variety must enter in to
Save the poem from aesthetic sin.

A paradox--one keeps the ear
Content and guessing,
Line to line.
Too new--distate settles;
Too old--boredom rattles
The mind.

Cheese comes when one thinks too little
And feels too much.
Conversely, also.
Mind-heart are important,
But one must keep the balance.

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