This poetry, as far as I have known,
Must force one to see things that are not seen—
Should mark the mind as fire scorches stone—
Leave one wond'ring what life could truly mean.
It should stagger thoughts and shift perceptions,
And cause one to sit down and take a breath,
Mull over ideas and conceptions
And leave with new insights on life or death.
But my friend, if you don't (while writing verse)
Wish to force others to confront their fear
Of course you're free to ignore, or to curse
These poets' rules which I myself hold dear.
Though I am not a poet! I am just
A vessel for the words to flow that must.