Scrawling Upon the Nature of Poetry

A poem should curl around fingers
like a strand of coarse red hair.
It should whisper moon phases
into open ears.
It should not have readers
but lovers and finders.
A poem should be brittle
but resilient.

A poem should be yellow
like the sky.
It should drive away demons
while reining them in.
A poem should not scream
but whisper.
A poem should be anything
but words on a page.