I am losing myself to your ether
Watching it glide so softly through
Every word, every depth, every secret
Draws me into your shadowy blue.
I am losing myself to your ether
Watching it glide so softly through
Every word, every depth, every secret
Draws me into your shadowy blue.
I commenced this week of the poetry course feeling a little overwhelmed. As I delve into the technicalities of verse and begin the climb in understanding the academic architecture of poetry, my knowledge is expanding, but my application of this material is still at the beginning. From understanding significance or simplicity of title, to style, form, voice’ and word order. It is whirling around in my head.
I developed a love for poetry at a young age and my own work has focused on free verse and rhyme to convey my passion for expressionism. As my comfort and home, this innocent portrayal (much like a musician who can play without reading music) has enabled me to find my own rhyme, and melody.
Now that I am conscious of these things, I (nervously) wonder now when I write, will this knowledge distract from my authenticity? These elements need to become synonymous with written work so I don’t become overwhelmed, and I must write without focusing too much on fitting into a structure and forgetting the uniqueness of voice and the message I need to convey.
I have another month to go of this course, and I believe at the end the head whirl will be lessened. At the moment, I am just starting the climb. Forgive my learning ramblings; it is going to be an interesting month!
I reflect with Art Poetica in my favourite poetry type, free verse:
Writing poetry
Your structure should be
flowing and
smart
without
hesitation,
or loss of instigation
the charade of voice;
clear as mud
perhaps with moral obligation;
to grab your audience;
Titles of mystery and clarity
intentions all hoping
ingenuity
in waiting
and dreaming
of
monuments
odes to simplification.
Don’t forget
meter
imagery and imagined;
metaphors are just a longing
for a greater
justification
but most of all,
be authentic and true
for this little poem
is simply
an ode to you.