verse designed to convey

verse designed to convey understanding
will fail.
           stiff, shallow & opaque, like ice
on a lake, it restricts movement instead
of inviting swimming, boating & stone
skipping;
              rather than explaining, it drains
each sinking, suffocating idea
of all its warmth.
                         this is the difference
between force & power: words that disclose
thoughts already formed before come out forced;
poetry should be a discovery
(at least for the poet). that’s when it feels
like the words aren’t being written, but exhaled.
this comes to me slowly, with study & concentration,
& it all hinges on you, the inspiration.