Your Ether

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.

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The architecture of poetry

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

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
in waiting

and dreaming


odes to simplification.

Don’t forget
imagery and imagined;
metaphors are just a longing

for a greater

but most of all,
be authentic and true

for this little poem

is simply
an ode to you.