My three previous blogs—including the last one, “Dispelling a Ghost at Fallingwater,” the stunning accomplishment of architect Frank Lloyd Wright—are the fruits of a long weekend with my wife Diana to Pennsylvania’s Laurel Highlands, celebrating our 2016 anniversary. Here is one more, a poem about Fallingwater written in a style I have developed and call improvisational rhyming. (It is perhaps most effective when read aloud.)
In contrast to traditional rhymed poems or even free verse, this style allows me a more “organic” approach, creating a unique form that fits its function—in this case the flow and falling of water and the oneness of waterfall and house.
I wish Wright could have seen it. I try to do in poetry what he did in architecture. He once said, “Every great architect is—necessarily—a great poet. He must be a great original interpreter of his time, his day, his age.”