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Write the first draft of your poem in paragraph form and then change it into a free verse poem

Trading Safety for Freedom

I’ve touched on the subject of free verse before, most notably in the article about the pros and cons of meter. Free verse is poetry that does not use a regular meter or rhyme. While poetry without rhyme dates back many centuries, the practice of using neither meter nor rhyme was a poetic movement that began in French and Europe during the 1800s. The first popular American poet to write in free verse was Walt Whitman.

Free verse does not mean that there are no patterns or rhythms at all. Instead, the rhyme is determined, sometimes subconsciously, by the poet. The lines come in the form of thought patterns, breath patterns, visual patterns, and syntactic patterns. More to the point, the form tends to mirror the voice of the poet.

While in some ways, free verse does not require the discipline of metered and rhymed poetry, it creates new requirements. The poet must determine, without the crutch of form, when the line ends and what makes for the best line. They must find a way to make the poem still feel poetic without relying on some of the most accepted tools. With free verse, you cannot defend the use of a word or phrase simply because it fits the meter. You must determine where to end the line because there is no set length to fall back on. Even the length of the poem is now completely up to you. So, while you have less limitations and restrictions, you have more responsibility.

While free verse is ultimately?freeing, it is not for the lazy of for those who think it will be easier than writing metered or rhymed poetry. There is no safety net without form. There is no literary excuse for a mistake, because you have all the power. If you choose to write in free verse, you sill have to learn to be confident in your own voice, because that is what you will be relying on.

Today’s Poetry Assignment

Write the first draft of your poem in paragraph form and then change it into a free verse poem. Don’t be surprised if you have to change lines, words and phrases. That will probably be a part of the process.

Today’s Recommended Poet

Bruce Bond?is a highly respected poet, teacher and the poetry editor for the American Literary Review. In this?interview, he explains part of his poetic philosophy. “white space is one way of suggesting a kind of silent listening, an openness to the strange and what the language longs to accommodate, how words are taken to their limits. I like poems with silence in them, both the formal resonance of literal silence, and silence as a metaphor for the unknowable, the erotic, the sublime.”

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  1. Sense of Attraction

    Why would we trust only what the eyes can see when there is so much more involved in speeding a heartbeat? Even with acute self-awareness, it is difficult to discern how our ideals are formed in terms of what is beautiful. If the media bombards us with images of slender, young, Caucasian men women and our attractions mirror the same, how can we determine the source of these ideals? Of course, thinking beings can see beyond physical attraction and give points to traits like personality, humor, and intelligence. But even if we focus only on the physical, there is so much more to explore. If we invite our other senses to chime in, what might we discover about the appealing softness of aging flesh; the warmth and welcome of an ample bosom, belly and ass; the scents, exotic or familiar, in oils, lotions, perfumes, or just pheromones; or the way moonlight shows no bias, equally illuminating every skin shade, from marble to honey to amber to ebony? Close your eyes. Open your mind and heart. Beauty is not one thing. It is legion and bountiful and meant to be tasted.

    Sense of Attraction

    Why would we trust
    only what the eyes can see?

    There is so much more
    to speeding a heartbeat

    Self-aware, we strive
    to own our attractions

    Bombarding media images
    teach us what is beautiful


    Until we unconsciously
    mirror the same
    calling it personal taste

    We cast feelers
    for deeper connections
    humor and intelligence

    But even on the surface
    there is so much more
    to examine and explore

    Other senses chime in
    surprising and endless discovery

    like the silken softness of aging flesh

    like the warmth and welcome
    of an ample bosom, belly, ass

    like pheromones, exotic or familiar
    allowed to intoxicate

    like the moon
    original lover
    equally illuminating
    skin of marble
    of honey
    of amber
    of ebony

    Close your jaded eyes
    Trust your open mind and heart

    Beauty is not one thing

    It is legion and bountiful
    and meant to be

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