Pick no set scheme. Let unrehearsed
Life’s metaphors majestic burst,
Excessive structure’s stricture cursed
As artificial, though well versed.
Set no strict limits on soul's song.
Unless Truth’s strong pole star be wrong
Rise far above tormented throng,
Enjoy rhyme's call, to rhyme belong.
Plagiary shun, one’s dream themes rise
On strings’ wings, sing supreme surprise.
Each word misplaced replacement cries,
Tuned ear, sincere, sense sounds, supplies
Rhyme, Reason, rich which re-unite
Yoked thoughts, indite insightful write.

Jonathan ROBIN

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetic-creativity/