Last updated: 08/20/2007 12:40 AM
Seeking The Freedom Of The Free-verse
Free-verse has a translucent quality~
freedom creates its own vision~
it reveals as it conceals:
Expression here finds a metaphor,
but often the metaphor discovers
its expression anew.
Inevitability defines its
and its forbidden metre is
its absolute fatality.
The primal feelings provoke
the flowing eidos
and the word reasseverates
a new etymological nuance
with every random utterance.
The Deity discoveres the language afresh,
cautiously, with every insipid error.
All poetry (good, bad, even, odd, neutral---)
and all the colourless colourful spectrum
of variations, are primal eruptions
from the ageless memory of the pure race,
from the infinite otiose meandering sounds.
The Word is first a Sound
before it discovers a meaning and
poetry too is an insane web of sounds
embedded in a primeval luminous Silence.
Silence is everybody's eternal poem~
also, a sure measure
of every poet's personal treasure.
Why then poetry, ah! poetry?