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Right now I am
thinking in poetry

line breaks

word shapes

stack sounds in strange ways

Is this how it is meant to look?

Maybe it would look better
feel nicer
sound clearer
if i put in fewer spaces.

Do I want all punctuation?
Properly formatted sentences
can be difficult
to rhymatize.

Is rhymatize a word?
I think so.
Red squiggles underline.
Wait...
Google says no.
I still say yes.

Now I digress.
But does that work?
Should the flow of ideas be neatly outlined, or come freely as my thoughts?  Perhaps I should spill the words out all as one in unbroken strings of color and thought the way they feel in my head unsaid
occasional rhymes and occasional beats and breaks keep changing

is this poetry?

Do
random line breaks
really take
prose
and
make it poetic
or
do
I
need to do actual
work
and find a form and stick with it?

For now today
I'll lilt and play
around.

Every poem a new experiment, another chance to try something new.

To play with rhythm, feelings, and sounds, to meticulously arrange language into a perfect unbroken form,

Or to simply see where the thoughts take me.
Should my real point be what is said, or how I
am saying it?

Sometimes the saying itself is the point.
Now for something really, really experimental.  I didn't really know how this would end up when I started writing it.

For this summer, I've made a commitment to draft a poem every day if at all possible.  I've done it three days in a row now (though I haven't edited or published the other poems yet) and I thank everyone who reads any of my work most deeply.  It really boosts my motivation to keep going, so by simply reading and especially by giving feedback you really help me to keep trying and ultimately to get better.  So thank you ever so much.
how is
a heart
like a chimney?

they've both been
blackened
by old flames.
 Mar 2017 Justin Cooper
Chris
you know those hills
that you take with
your car
and it sends your
guts into your heart?

yeah, i wanna
live life
like that.
 Mar 2017 Justin Cooper
zora
i am a fool to believe
a sun that brings light
cannot bring fire

"i love you"
and im back circling in your gravity
locked in an orbit you pull me by

i linger between the rocks you left for me
always so generous
there is no air in space

and i patiently wait

wondering wondering
as you lift me across constellations
if this is not love
why?

wondering wondering
as my core erupts from your contact
if this is not love
what is?
this makes no sense

— The End —