There are rules to poetry I’m sure you may know some.

But they are complex and structured and I’m not one to understand complexities and I’m certainly not one for structure.

I define myself in ways that break the binary and that’s how I like to write.

It’s not about the structure it’s about what feels right.

To me poetry is not a set of rules, it’s a flow like a river that leads to bliss.

A series of intricate rhymes that would not go amiss.

It doesn’t have to make sense.

It just has to sound nice.

Nice - now that’s a word I was always advised not to use and why can’t I use it when it is so nice; I ask you is it a vice to use the word nice?

See words can be simple and poems can too, though you’re probably thinking this poem has disproved this.

There is a reason to my rambling I assure you.

Just bare with me please I implore you because I must confess this poem is a mess, I have no plan, I’m just writing the first thing that comes to mind.

Using words that are close at hand.

So yes it’s a bit messy, and might not make sense, but I can bet you one thing like cheese is to mice you must agree that this poem flows nice.

Or perhaps it doesn’t and I’ve proved the opposite.

This is an example of something illicit a disgraced poem that you may think is …

It’s an example of why structure is imperative, ugh what am I saying? This is a disaster!

It’s clear that to poetry I am no master.

I may never make a hit, I may forever miss the clues, but I’ll have fun doing it because poetry is fun.

I like how words feel on the tip of my tongue.

So I leave it to you am I a good poet or am I a poser like those who quip “and I know it!?”

Or are there even posers when it comes to the art of poetry? Isn’t it true that all poems and rhymes exist in our hearts?

Poems are nice, rhymes are fun, structure is important, but it’s not mandatory!

Poems like stories are unique snowflakes and those that write them are the deciders of our own fates.

Whatever your opinion whether this is good or bad, I enjoyed writing it does that make me mad?

I suppose it does and that makes me glad!

Glad is another word I’ve heard some say is bad.

But being glad is nice, I’m nice and I’m glad, some words can be simple they convey what they say, now my fingers are tired let’s call this a day.