Poetry in Motion, by Mark Kovelan

There once was a time
When poems were in rhyme
Bound by the meter you chose
Then someone agreed
That they should be freed
Surrendering rhythm to prose

Gone are the binds 
That defined the lines
Used by poets and sages
Iambs and dactyls
Replaced by fractals
That roam all over the pages 

Mark Kovelan, Spring Green