Free verse eludes, escapes
I cannot rein it in
Not free at all, in fact
Unarticulated words
held prisoner by
rigid structures in my mind
Too much is none at all, it seems
A canvas blank remains just that
For lack of numbers, lines, and colors,
preselected images do not appear
To draw outside the lines
where none exist
a daunting task, indeed
And yet I see a little rise just over there
and wonder what’s around the bend
and whether I should tease it out a bit
or just leave an ellipsis
so that you can wonder too
immersed
but also
free
Sit a spell young fellow
Hear the whisper of the Dahlia?
She sings in the summer breeze
While protracted sounds of fallow symbiosis
Whine between your ears
What appears by nature randomized
Preselected for your eyes
Hailed to halt the wanderer
You falling into wonder pale