Tied and Tethered

I rage at formal poetry with its Titanic grip on structure iambic pentameter syllable counts measured cadence of rhythm like a song trademark pauses I'm on the wrong side of rhymed verse, its ostrich-like curse Landscape of rules iron ring of form hoops to jump through haystack of needles I want to slam the door break the rules upend expectations that tie my hands that bend my pen that crease my brow Cavalier wishing to write free verse that makes heat possible in words, unconventional that litter the page Wanted: A wanton muse with a pulse that fertilizes the soil of a writer's parched self scriblings of rank sentiment Poem composed: June 7, 2021