As I always saw it, there are no rules in poetry. Perhaps I'm wrong, but it sure never made sense to me. It's like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. But whether there's rules to poetry or not, there is no mistaking the utter boredom that plagued me to read Robert Frost in high school.
However, once in every other rare blue moon, I'll have inspiration to write a poem. *gasp*
This post inspired me and what follows is my creativity dump for the weekend. Enjoy putting the puzzle together.
perfect love pushes fear
from all we hold dear
though nothing gives to be afraid
fear keeps dropping tears
being all alone in this
was not, no, what’d i miss
let’s take the i out of the me
one man can’t himself kiss
who could know the depths of love
than thinking like a dove
no one understands the pain
of leaving life above
fill me up with something more
than empty, senseless shore
giving isn’t easy
if void makes up the core
one more makes five
even dead, odd alive
meaning beyond imagery
of things set to arrive
