Beautifully Formless

by Ben Pickard   Dec 2, 2020


It has finally dawned on me as I sit in this foggy room
That I have lost too many hours attempting to clear the road.
Indeed, I believe from the day I left the comfort of my mother's womb,
The river has trickled rather than generously flowed.
I understand, too, that this is peculiar to me -
At least in the sense that it isn't the 'norm' -
For my perch has ever been that of a gnarly tree
That is likely to bend in the lightest of storms.
As I search for the verse that this is to become,
I finally realise that the flowers are dead;
Poetry is not about words, or rainbows and sun,
But the emotions to which we are hopelessly wed.
Time was, the idea of writing without meter or form
Would have left me with a quivering sort of dread;
But when shackles are loosed, we are often reborn
And I am content to simply rhyme instead.

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Ben Pickard 2020

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  • 4 months ago

    by Ren

    Amazing, as always.

    (<3)^boop!

  • 4 months ago

    by Star

    I agree with MA this os thought provoking!!! This is truly beautiful though, there is so much to take from it. I’m so happy to see it nominated!

  • 4 months ago

    by Keira Pickard

    This is wonderful, Dad! I loved reading it. The title works perfectly and the rhymes are smooth. Excellent.

    • 4 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Skyfire and thank you, Keira

  • 4 months ago

    by Skyfire

    My favorite lines are the same as hiraeth and Poet -
    "As I search for the verse that this is to become,
    I finally realise that the flowers are dead;
    Poetry is not about words, or rainbows and sun,
    But the emotions to which we are hopelessly wed."

    This rings particularly true for me as writing is my favorite release! If I must feel it, then at least I can write something from it.

  • 4 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I am mesmerized by this piece. There's a freshness in this, of discovering and unpacking how you can evolve through poetry, or how poetry can evolve through you.

    The most relatable lines in my opinion:

    "Poetry is not about words, or rainbows and sun,
    But the emotions to which we are hopelessly wed."

    - There are certainly times where I feel I need that "spark" in order to say a piece is finished, like I need some over-arching theme or roundabout reflection, when, sometimes, it's just dark. Or sad. It's raw. But that should count too, emotions in their most authentic form. Your line of "hopelessly wed" speaks to me as well. Because sometimes we can't help but let emotion move us, as it should. It's not always something we can control. Poetry is far more layered than simply the weaving of words... though it can be frustrating when the words are there, just not fully formed yet, on the tip of one's tongue or at the edge of a thought!

    I think this piece can be taken many ways, more than a personal reflection of letting the shackles be loose, and adapting to that, but also being reborn, as you say, and how that can mean different things for different people. It can inspire growth. We don't have to be conformed or made to believe that our best work is only in this or that form. It's all about your path, where you find yourself, and listening to your voice. Whether that be in forms, rhymes or anything else.

    I love the introspection in this. When poetry is created, sometimes we need to let it "be", without a push or outside instigation. And that can be freeing. Other times, people may like more challenges, and more ways to direct that emotion and creativity into clever writing techniques. But there's content to be found when we can find beauty in the formless, as your title states, and let go of expectations :)

    A thought-provoking piece for sure, really enjoyed this one!

    • 4 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      MA - thank you. Glad you got so much from this.

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