I’m trying to catch up in the National Poetry Writing Month challenge. Here’s NaPoWriMo Challenge, Day 20: “Write a poem that involves rebellion in some way.” One suggested approach was to write the poem in a way that rebels against your usual writing style. I tend to want my poems to make sense, to convey a message. Even if it’s a silly poem, I want there to be a point to it. With today’s poem, I wrote with a stream-of-consciousness pace, without concerning myself with whether it was sensical.  Unedited, except for typos. 

As an experiment, it was interesting. As a poem… meh. 

cold as flame.
you said it didn’t matter, and yet
it did.

I can’t thank you enough for
the freedom you gave me.
Or at least loaned me.
Haha.

A hollow laugh. Why do we do that?
If you come for me, I won’t go.
I may follow, but
would you even lead?

These are the rules:
Always make sense.
Always second guess.
Always review and rework until perfection is attained.

Even though there is no such thing.
Even though by massaging everything,
you probably make it worse.

Overworked.
That’s what I am.
Are you?

Does this make sense?
Does anything?
Make sense, that is.

And of course, that perennial question:
does everything – or anything –
need to make sense?

Senseless.
That’s what I am.
Always wanting to be in control.
Or not. I just wish for once
I knew the rules,
so I could
break them.