Free Verse"But it doesn't rhyme!" he screamed,"There is no structure!"And in frustration, he looked for patternwhere there was none to be found."What makes it a poem!?"With growing horror, he reached for orderthough it slipped through his grasping fingerslike water.But the words resonated like tuning forksburned into his mind,creating coherent patterns,tickling his frayed synapses,and bursting with vivid imagerythat could not be escaped.With gasping suddenness --he was free.