Pools of Words

These poems just won't fit
into a perfect meter
contrived to ring true
from deep inside
Roget
Sometimes don't want
the confines
of lines
and verses

I guess that's an apology
in advance
But you've been on my mind
among other things
So many things in a life of things
I need to find order
in disorder
clarity
in confusion

This is the best I can do
paddling hard as I can
usually upstream
against tides
and current
Every time I take a stroke
proper words
slide down the blade
and run together

Is it sweat or clear cool drops
streaming down my arm
catching sunlight
running
to the bottom of the boat
One in the same perhaps
thoughts and memory
tears and transgression
in pools of words