a poem

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