Sonnet XVIII – Fear Not the Poet

Fear not the poet’s cryptic form or rhyme;
Though clarity is comforting as hell.
Endure some obfuscation time to time;
Some forced reflection may just do you well.
A Handbook for Your Life would suit you fine;
There isn’t one – though some will Disagree.
No rules to follow – reading line by line;
find furtive “do’s” and “don’t do’s” hid for free.
I say “for free” but they extract a cost;
Your peace of mind, for one, is in some peril.
Not risking is the thing which keeps us lost;
knowing what’s ahead is oh, so sterile.

“Say what you mean” is fine for learning maths;
while obscure verses lead down other paths.