Daring to Dance

Daring to dance the waltz with words
doesn't mean a 'poem has to rhyme.'
It's orchestrations of words,
adding steps to the dance--
a swirl of sounds: taking a chance.

But no. Doesn't need to rhyme.
Sometimes it tells you. Takes off
and you are just fingers attacking the keyboard,
merely a conduit for your muse
to have its say.

Emotional poems can be easier.
The kind you dig your claws into, the kind
that leaves you with dirty fingernails, the kind
that leaves you gutted. Not the love
poem type, save those for later.
Write the 'my heart was shattered
and now I've glass imbedded in my arches' poem.
Write the 'hollow emptiness of a space that should
be filled with two or more where sounds
echo off empty walls' poem.
Write the 'lost in a morass of confusion,
indecision; where am I going?' poem.

Let your mind just go. Let it travel
and just scramble to keep up.
Forget all the rules, the oughta, shoulda, couldas
and just write what is thrumming through
your blood, slamming into the corridors of your mind,
swimming through frustrated currents
in the river of your life.

Dare to try.