Ars Poetica in Freefall

0-pen
nothing to write with
nothing to write about
nothing to write home about
nothing special from the start.
But a poem's already in motion:
emphatic, enlivened,
with juggle-clubbed phrasing
and some gobstopper candy
tongue-rolled for its taste

and through such inceptions
we web spin our readers
with gossamer floss, as does spider to fly
add some dream-catcher visons
myth, motif, and meter
plus a dum-diddly-drum in the ear

But too stringent devices are rotten as vices
old habits stick wordflow with pins
and a bodice of rhyme should be torn
(many times) in order that out breaths
come in

so let music play on,
so reciters can tongue
the way streams trickle down
to a watery end. But all of this art
is just cognitive smart
unless words string their way
like a harp, to the heart

38 thoughts on “Ars Poetica in Freefall

  1. A beautiful ars poetica to show us how it’s done, Laura. I love these lines especially:

    ‘and through such inceptions
    we web spin our readers
    with gossamer floss, as does spider to fly’

    and

    ‘old habits stick wordflow with pins
    and a bodice of rhyme should be torn
    (many times) in order that out breaths
    come in’.

        1. I feel that way too but having to conform to forms through my MTB prompts has helped me mix enough of the closed into the open as complement rather than stricture

  2. I love all the juicy words you use (gobstopper, juggle-clubbed, and more). A delightful poem!

  3. “All of this art is just cognitive smart”

    love that. Something about that evoked Dorothy Parker for me a tad- maybe because it made me smile. That is the layer beneath the words in a poem, “tearing the bodice so it can breathe” evokes vulnerability, exposure, life- stunning!

    There is something here- tugging on the art of it vs the craft, the life instead of the form.

    1. I get the Parker connection though I hope less acerbic! I don’t quite know how this poem came about other than I was avoiding the preachy so thank you for your in depth view

  4. “with juggle-clubbed phrasing
    and some gobstopper candy
    tongue-rolled for its taste”
    My heart danced as my tongue rolled around your beautifully crafted verse. You show how it begins and that ending is what we all strive for. ❤️

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