Poetry, I say

Must be a

Wild and empty-handed thing

No rules, no lies

I must say I think that you may be wrong

I feel that I

Could be a song

Running through a river valley

Strong.

A dot intentionally

Put there to be

Leaned on

I think abstract may be

The best way to go

For this one case

Broken up, you say

Pieces missing here

And there

Too fast to capture all

I think

That is the main

Challenge

Grabbing at the straws

Too much to handle

I wish that I was more still

Smaller may be simpler

But weakness

Doesn’t feel quite right

Goldilocks was most definitely correct

Even if she did not want to

Be

Don’t fret, child

You are not

Meant to understand

It is

Intentionally put there

To help you slip and

Fall.

Subjectively, they say

But isn’t it all

I may be a madman

And you may be too tall.