The Appeal of Poetry

What is the appeal of

Poetry? Is it the

Lilt in the rhyming of

Words drifting into a

Melody? Is it the

Peace that print brings to your

Mind, a tranquility?

Is it a craft, maybe

A kind of therapy?

You don’t learn much, reading

Poetry. Thoughts, feelings

Inside-voice kinds of things.

IS IT STILL GOOD WRITING

IF I KEEP THIS SAME SCHEME

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BUT DO IT WHILE SCREAMING

IS IT STILL POETRY

IF YOU SCREAM EVERYTHING

YOU!–bring formality

To everything, not just

Words and things. I get so

Overwhelmed, I feel so

Bound by rules I didn’t choose

Methods and formulas

I don’t feel welcome to

Maybe that’s a type of

Limit on my own life

A perspective I know

I don’t want, but feel my

Neck being turned, someone

Else wants me to think I

Don’t know how to think. I

Know how to think. I have

Been thinking for sometime

Now, a while. I know how

To think, feel, see, eat, be–

I know how! Poetry

Is just the same, I make

Myself think I can’t be

Something I already

Am.