Having just completed a post on my own blog which includes several examples of poems, I feel that my honor is at issue. My poems, indeed, are so-called: by me, and, though they do not scan according to the traditional meters as defined and perfected by English poets of the 16th, 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries, they do follow the pattern of most poets contemporary with and subsequent to Modernism. To wit, poems must be "imaginary gardens with real toads in them"* -- "a poem must not mean but be"** -- hm, that's not it either -- my point is, a poem is prose compact, in which every element of sound and sense is refined and deliberated over until it emerges a thing of beauty and, if not a joy forever, at least a siren of sorts.
Now, I certainly do not claim that my poems meet such criteria, but I am obliged to defend the notion that regular meter is not the only way to write in verse. In truth, writing free verse, as Frost says, is like playing tennis without a net, but open form, as the preferred term puts it, admits the possibility of metrical innovation, of formal experimentation, and, concisely, of a plastic structure that matches form to content.
I highly doubt that you or anyone else reading this is interested in reading my own poems, but it would seem somewhat cowardly to mention them and not to provide a way to access them. Also, for those curious about the nature of a blog, http://www.xanga.com/nounplusverb
is one admittedly flawed example.
I hope that you take these thoughts as the somewhat fierce but good-humored rejoinder of one who realizes that 12:15 is a bit too late and, like strong wine, intoxicates the mind and leads the fingers into quixotic crusades on good forums.
Who fully intends to engage in metrical exercises in Latin when he is so qualified and sufficiently able, and not one moment sooner.
*Marianne Moore, "Poetry"
**Archibald MacLeish, "Ars Poetica"