I am like a poem without a title.
You can’t put me under one category, you cannot give me a specific name.
I’m multi verse, I’m scattered but in a weird organized form.
I’m like a poem without a body
All over the place but still has some kind of focus.
A bunch of similes that might make sense to one but not the other.
So much foreshadowing people might seem to get lost in the process.
I’m like a poem without a straight up conclusion.
Changing directions, living with the flow.
Falling with the soft rain on a sunny day.
Never a true ending to my story just a repeating pattern, kind of like the hydrologic cycle
No title, no body, no end.
What does one do with that kind of poem?
Do they restart it?
Does one throw it away?
Or do we keep adding little sequences into the poem to somehow make it fit.
Or…..
Do we let it stay the way it is?
Beautiful, not so put together.
In other words….
I’m like a poem without a title.