The rhythm and the rhyme
It's the rhythm and the rhyme, the meter and the stance
And the poet is the caller as she calls her words to dance.
Sometimes it's a waltz, dancing stately across the paper
Sometimes it's a jive man, or other madcap caper.
Sometimes it's a salsa in the heat of the night
Sometimes it's a ballet and your heart takes flight.
But it's the rhythm and the rhyme, the meter and the stance
and the poet is the caller as she calls her words to dance.
Sometimes they tell a story some never ending tale
Or give you a voice when your own begins to fail.
Sometimes they simply tell you that its all been done before
And a hundred thousand people have danced upon this shore.
But it's the rhythm and the rhyme, it's the meter and the stance
and the poet is the caller as she calls her words to dance
Sometimes they catch a feeling like freshly fallen snow
Or the leaves turning red as the cold winds blow.
But a thousand stanzaed epic or a short sweet haiku
The words line up and dance as the poet tells them to.
It's the rhythm and the rhyme, it's the meter and the stance
and the poet is the caller as she calls her words to dance.