Tetris

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Writing poems feels like playing Tetris,
Words remind me tetramino blocks.
I'm the one who chooses how to place these 
Figures so they fit, and new line strokes.

Blocks appear regardless of my willing -
Muse inspires every day and night.
Some are written for my mental healing,
Some are just for sharing warmth and light.

Shifting and rotating are important,
Cause I need to fit them one by one.
In each tetromino there's s a quota
Filled with meaning, yet a part of fun.

I'm excited putting them together
Never checking what may be the score.
Love this game today and more than ever
Tetromino blocks begin to soar.

Sorting rhymes for me is a confession -
Proper words sometimes are hard to find.
How to share the things that can't be measured,
Yet keep rippling deeply in my mind?

So I have to turn things inside out,
Don't want to misguide you or confuse.
Always true and ready to sing loud
Cause each word is our duet with Muse.

Somewhere in between, the magic happens.
Blocks of words make lines and disappear,
Dancing twist among them in my step-ins
Even if you think that I am queer.

This fantastic game may last forever -
Rhymes without repeat will circlling,
Types of blocks are few but I still ever
Love this neverending catchy spin.