If for no other reason, using rhyme
In verse points me to the fortuitous,
As unanticipated notions chime
Aligned by something serendipitous.
Compelled by the exigencies of form,
My mind is led in unexpected ways,
Caught up in a creative mental storm
Or wandering through a complicated maze.
And yet, some hand invisible, it seems,
Covertly guides my mind’s discoveries
As at the end of each line subtly gleams
An opportunity I need to seize.
So many choices hover in my sight,
But only one will make the verse end right.