If you ask me...
Free verse owes its existence to the fact
that English words don't lend themselves to rhyme.
Plus, complex thoughts should not deign to be packed --
or shoehorned -- into changeless metric time.
What can be said when rhythm is one's master
and meaning is her disregarded slave?
If some line should loom longer, or skip faster,
or break the rhyme, or elsewise misbehave --
more gladly should one leave the line uncut,
so that it may prolixly yield its thought,
than cram it into some iambic rut
just so it may perspire there, trim and taut.
Your ode need not be danceable or sonnet;
just take the page and loose your soul upon it.