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Makes my brain work, this poem does

That's not the full feedback, I really like this piece, the reordering of typical sentence structure playing with the reader's experience of both time and meter, but I'm just going to have to come back to it later when my brain's less foggy to actually collect my thoughts and give a more thorough interpretation, because right now I can not get myself to process the narrative. I'll edit this comment

I actually really liked "I write in doubts 'either' " - I thought it was a play on words, changing the substance of 'ether' into 'either,' because when you doubt the right direction, you can go 'either' way. It was one of the lines that stuck out to me lol

Thank you - autocorrect got me, it changed *ether* to *either* - sorry for the confusion. I've edited and corrected it. 

I've been writing poetry since I was a kid, but only in the last few years have I written metered poetry; before that, it was always free verse. I've only written a few things in the last four years - but they were all metered, and I haven't even had the urge to write in a free verse style. So this poem marks the end of my free verse period and celebrates the fact that I've finally embraced meter - but writing in meter is still scary for me because it's new.

Dig it! 

An enjoyable read, packed with ideas, vocabulary, and rhymes (end of the line and multiple internal). Much of what I read has one or some of these, but not all.

Question on word choice/meaning: what do you mean by “doubt’s either”? I’m understanding it as “doubt’s ether” (particles or a perhaps metaphysical impression of doubt), but the rhyme scheme has me read it as “either.”

What do you mean by “time without meter”?  I’m reading strong meter throughout each line, section, and throughout.

Come to the Prozac-divined devout preacher,  
undo the prose that, combined, comes out weaker;  
until repose have my rhymes come out petered,  
come to a close has my time without meter...  
  
Gone are the times that my words are staccato,  
somber, the rhymes that I perjured as macho;  
calmer, sublime as I purge the bravado,  
honors collide as I nurture legato...  
  
Tumors benign in my chrysalis maze,  
tutors divine it's my synthesis phase;  
suitors recline in my impotence gaze,   
looters reminded I"m impetus crazed!  
  
Divine, devout speaker asunder with prose,  
the rhyme is now neither, we undo its codes,  
I writhe in doubt's ether, succumb to its throes;  
my time without meter has come to a close. 
  
  
  
  
  
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My Time Without Meter