The Chanso sounded like a good form to get back into the poetry habit. Why? Freedom! Five to six stanzas punctuated by an envoy about half the size of the stanza. Same syllable count per line, and uniform rhyme scheme across stanzas. P.S., this is harder than I remember.

The Unstoppable Force

If joy could be found in contentedness,
then I have met my quota, and then some.
The sea was calm and the mind had left stress
to a paranoid world and its crude hum.

Minding my own, blissfully unaware…
Natural order on my horizon.
Darwin doesn’t care if you aren’t prepared.
Despite your ego, he’s already won.

At first a passing thought. A whim. Weightless.
“Nothing rocks my boat – I’m cool as they come.”
But the waves churned deeper, breaking surface.
This is something I was meant to become.

Admitting the truth to your self is rare.
So much easier to ride the tide on.
But fate is molded by nature and where
real life transpires. The rest is delusion.

Revelation can be a slow process,
the journey proves to be too much for some.
But in the wake of a spell of distress
you can find the strength to break through the numb.

Nature will not be denied or despaired.
The Unstoppable Force is always there.