Sometimes rhyme is fun to play with, though I can’t often manage a set rhyme scheme. For some reason, rhyme makes my poems either ridiculous or a little dark. It’s the sound of it–it either feels like a rope-skipping chant, or confined and trapped.
This is not, so far as I know, a usual problem.
Image from WikiMedia by Oleg Sidorenko.
Tower
The bells chime
relentlessly
the noise rises and falls
a sea
of clanging
and ringing
*
The bells chime
relentlessly
the metal sounds
marking time
hollow bronze calls
we die hour by hour
*
The bells chime
relentlessly
the echo surrounds
bustling mortality
measured by their power
and then they go still
caitlinsternwrites 
I like it very much, Caitlin. But then, I usually do like your poetry. It takes me so long to say what I want in verse, but you always manage to get so much into so few words. Lovely!
Thanks! Sometimes my poems are too short, which frustrates me. Might as well embrace what makes us different, right? 🙂