Poetry Is 'self' Contaminated Poem by elysabeth faslund

Poetry is a jigsaw puzzle...
Many pieces make the picture.
Can't force, feint, or nuzzle (innapropriate rhyme)
Innapropriate words in stricture. (forced rhyme)

No path is ever closed to you.
Every idea is open.
History is sometimes true,
And love is not a token. (not legal rhyme)

Be free from rules and regs.
Fly to the sky with your mind.
Revise those parts, merely dregs. (forced rhyme)
Rejoice! You're one of a kind!

Let your poetry be so.