you got me thinking again. about poetry, and that's a good thing. maybe that's the thing. not to fret about what it is, especially before it is. i was feeling not poem proud but a kind of playful humor. i was playing on a poem rather than asserting that i am a poet and this is my poem. 
when i was in school, so very long ago, they said do this, do that, walk in the shoes of wallace stevens, and so on, emulate, that you may know how hard it is, how nearly futile the task of following in the footsteps of the great poets. they are giants, and you are meek, or a fool. you will fall into their footprints. you will be crushed. you will disappear in trying to appear.
it was pressure before, when i tried to make poems. i feel like they just have to be allowed now. and there needs be no distinction, you're right, between poetry and prose. it's play that's important, not form. if we lust let go preconceptions, things conceive themselves.
we need not try to be what we are, we need to allow us to be. already, we are.