Butterfly Of Mind Poem by Amera Andersen

The metered value of the written word
is likened to a sheet of pristine glass.
It separates the art from the absurd
thus hampering creative thought to pass.

If broken meter thus besets thy verse
surrounding tones expressed by spoken voice.
Perchance un-splintered shards invoked a curse,
disrupting lines of thought that sanction choice.

So cast a stone upon thy window pane
allowing thoughts to freely touch the sky.
Expanding visions may appear insane,
yet open cracks release thy butterfly.

So damn the purists and their written rules,
release your mind and just ignore the fools.