IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK

My Words Do Not Seek Your Approval

A poem

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in the margins
where ink bleeds and blurs —
i write
unbound by lines
untamed by rules
forget the applause
dismiss the nods

my syntax is a wild river
flowing fierce, untouched
by your expectations
capitals? unnecessary shackles
that weigh down the spirit of sentences,
here, every letter stands equal
fighting the tyranny of tradition
embrace the chaos of my clauses
where meaning morphs and melds —
a kaleidoscope —
crafted from shards of shattered conventions

punctuation marks are merely suggestions
pauses chosen by the reader
not dictated by the rhythm of another’s breath
rhyme is a rhythm i outgrew

beauty?
i found in the fractures
not in the polish