Rhyming poetry is a little like black and white photography. It is not in fashion but make no mistake, it’s not easy. A clueless “expert” once said that rhyming poetry is low class. I asked him if he considered Shakespeare’s sonnets low class. Rhyming poetry requires the poet to have a good sense of rhyme and meter. This is something which can’t be taught.
Your promises are printed in black on white
They lift my spirits to a glorious height.
The paper so thin, like silk to my touch
The odour of wood, I relish so much.
The ink does stain and my fingers are marked
My mind so trusting, well kept in the dark
Till a storm breaks in and tears through the cover
The picture of truth is quite another.
So go with the wind until the storm dies.
My mind feels lighter without all your lies.
© Chan Joon Yee
Photographer: Quang Vu
Poet: Chan Joon Yee