Orange huts
Fresh coat of paint
The colour that held the conical shaped
wooden frames
Lined by coconut and palms
The coastal land
Rainforest canopy
Tropical island
The bricks in white
Struck slant in the ground
Forming rows
On the pathway
At leisure rode
The valiant horse
Late evening when the tides came in
The sea swelled with the golden moon

Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!