Freeverse, mostly <br />Jumble of actions <br />Mostly thoughtless, directionless, <br />Hardly worth noting or reading but <br />Some precious moments writ <br />in swift o'er haiku <br />Like breathless nature sights. <br />These pierce gray clouds and smog <br />With beams of bright fire <br />Or cold spheres fall for growth. <br />And some formality exists to give <br />A structure to my life; a meaning found <br />Such purpose, depth I love and yet I'm bound <br />I, in these tight restraints, in tension live <br />This fence keeps in the good so in I stay <br />Until I tire and leap beyond the walls back into freeverse <br />Which, as I said, <br />Is the greater mass of my life.<br /><br />Daniel Nairn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-289/
