God Defines The Symmetry Of My Poetry Poem by John Sensele

Pressure removes me from the cocoon
Where in real time I live
Propelling me away from the raccoon
Whom I elect to forgive.

I depart by day or by night
To the venue abounding in love
I sample with delight every fortnight
In accordance with the wish of my divine dove.

Pressure propels my pen
To scribble poetry
I compose with my heart open
To hone my poetic artistry.

Late at night muses drag me from my bed
Enjoining me to write a few lines
To jot down a few stanzas from my head
In accordance with the modus operandi God defines.