This Should Not Be A Sonnet

Is this another sonnet that I hear?
I grab my head and shake it all around.
Monotony of prose upon my ear,
would stand in place of poetry and sound.
For I prefer and see it better still,
that poetry be less about a form,
and poet free to bring out of the quill,
the deepest of emotions to be born.
Feed not my dreams through such a filter fine,
lest I be robbed the fullness of my words.
Let others who have less to say confine,
their words to those who’n hearing have not heard.
For I seek not to damp another’s flame,
But teach me not the rules to my own game.

– 1-11-12