The Muse's Wilderness

No fences of forms
to corral the spirit
creativity breathes freely
unshackled by meter or syllable count
nakedness clothed by structured stanzas
stripped raw in its virginity
chastity belt of restraint
abandoned to poetic paramours
slumbering silently in meadows
undefiled by homesteaders
who stake their claims
with houses of sonnets
and other villages of literary boundaries.

Wandering beyond their conformity
admirers see the cathedrals erected,
that worship expressive order
works of poetic art
always carefully guarded and preserved
metaphors fit a given mold,
images are exquisitely framed,
another realm resides
for those unable to fly within their walls.

A wilderness lies outside the tradition,
quill flowers from seeds sown
having scents inspiring images,
which mind might not see
when dwelling where a given shape
is what one's words must take.

It is a journey were there are no rules,
only that the desires burning within
find their way to the page,
flame coming in the core
from bearing what is secret,
until it opens chest
where other thoughts beg for resurrection.