Caesura Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

After birthing some verse-form,
If I correct, continue to lick to shape
And edit again, the felt lines
Keep reducing;

anyway, words cannot
Convey what I feel, much less
The complexity of aspects,
And surrounding circumstances.

Likely it becomes,
Verbose, didactic - and all hate that.
Would a traffic signal system help
The poet to stop at red, and publish?