Does poetic form matter?


Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Poem About a Titmouse


A titmouse crashes into the window with a reverberation disproportionate to its size, startling me. I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it. It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby. I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help. I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me. We go inside. Slowly it begins to recover. Its eyes begin to blink. Its beak, which has been open, closes. It begins to stir, to look around. When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside. We sit near the feeder, where it can see and hear the other birds. Maybe that will help. It seems to. It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly, flies to a low branch of a nearby tree. A few minutes later it is gone.

~~~

a titmouse
crashes
into the window

with a reverberation
disproportionate
to its size

startling me
i find it stunned
i pick it up and hold it

it is cold
and there is a cat
roaming nearby.

i hold it
hoping the warmth of my hands
will help

i hold it for a long time
until the cold
is too much for me

we go inside
slowly it begins to recover
its eyes begin to blink

its beak
which has been open
closes

it begins to stir
to look around
when it stirs sufficiently

we go back outside
we sit near the feeder
where it can see

and hear the other birds
maybe that will help
it seems to

it sits on my open palm
then
suddenly

flies to a low branch
of a nearby tree
a few minutes later it is gone

~~~

A titmouse crashes into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate to its size, startling me.

I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help.

I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,

its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.

We sit near the feeder, where it can see
and hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.

It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later it is gone.

~~~

A titmouse crashes into the window
With a reverberation
Disproportionate to its size, startling me.
I find it stunned.
I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
Its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see
And hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
Flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later—it is gone!

~~~

A titmouse crashes into the window
with a reverberation disproportionate to its size, startling me.

I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.

I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.

We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,

its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.

When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see and hear the other birds.

Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,

flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later it is gone.

~~~

A titmouse crashes into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate to its size, startling me.

I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it.
It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it, hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.

We go inside.
Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
its beak, which has been open, closes.

It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.
We sit near the feeder, where it can see and hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.

It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,
flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later it is gone.

~~~

a
titmouse

crashes

into
the
window

with
a
reverberation

disproportionate

to
its
size

startling
me

i
find
it
stunned

i
pick
it
up
and
hold
it

it
is
cold

and
there
is
a
cat
roaming
nearby

i
hold
it
hoping
the
warmth
of
my
hands
will
help

i
hold
it
for
a
long
time

until
the
cold
is
too
much
for
me

we
go
inside

slowly
it
begins
to
recover

its
eyes
begin
to
blink

its
beak

which
has
been
open

closes

it
begins
to
stir

to
look
around

when
it
stirs

sufficiently

we
go
back
outside

we
sit
near
the
feeder

where
it
can
see

and
hear

the
other
birds

maybe
that
will
help

it
seems
to

it
sits
on
my
open
palm

then

suddenly

flies
to
a
low
branch
of
a
nearby
tree

a
few
minutes
later

it
is
gone

~~~

a titmouse
crashes
into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate
to its size
startling me
i find it stunned
i pick it up and hold it
it is cold
and there is a cat
roaming nearby
i hold it
hoping the warmth of my hands
will help
i hold it for a long time
until the cold
is too much for me
we go inside
slowly it begins to recover
its eyes begin to blink
its beak
which has been open
closes
it begins to stir
to look around
when it stirs sufficiently
we go back outside
we sit near the feeder
where it can see
and hear the other birds
maybe that will help
it seems to
it sits on my open palm
then
suddenly
flies to a low branch
of a nearby tree
a few minutes later it is gone

~~~

a tit

mouse
crashes in

to the

window with a re

verb

eration dis

proportionate
to
its size startling

me i find it
stunned i pick

it up and hold
it it is

cold and there

is a cat roaming

nearby i
hold


it
hoping the

warmth of my hands

will help i
hold it
for a long

time until the cold is too

much
for me we

go inside
slowly

it
begins

to recover its eyes

begin to
blink its beak

which has been open closes it

begins to stir to
look

around when it stirs

sufficiently we go

back out
side we sit
near the feeder where it

can

see and hear the other birds

maybe

that will help
it seems to it sits on

my

open palm then suddenly flies to

a low

branch of a nearby

tree a few

minutes
later it
is

gone

~~~

a titmouse crashes into the window with a reverberation disproportionate to its size startling me i find it stunned i pick it up and hold it it is cold and there is a cat roaming nearby i hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help i hold it for a long time until the cold is too much for me we go inside slowly it begins to recover its eyes begin to blink its beak which has been open closes it begins to stir to look around when it stirs sufficiently we go back outside we sit near the feeder where it can see and hear the other birds maybe that will help it seems to it sits on my open palm then suddenly flies to a low branch of a nearby tree a few minutes later it is gone

~~~

a titmouse crashes into the window with a reverberation disproportionate to its size~~~startling me~~~i find it stunned~~~i pick it up and hold it~~~it is cold~~~and there is a cat roaming nearby~~~i hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help~~~i hold it for a long time~~~until the cold is too much for me~~~we go inside~~~slowly it begins to recover~~~its eyes begin to blink~~~its beak~~~which has been open~~~closes~~~it begins to stir~~~to look around~~~when it stirs sufficiently we go back outside~~~we sit near the feeder~~~where it can see and hear the other birds~~~maybe that will help~~~it seems to~~~ it sits on my open palm then~~~suddenly~~~flies to a low branch of a nearby tree~~~a few minutes later~~~it is gone~~~

~~~

A titmouse crashes into the window
with a reverberation
disproportionate to its size, startling me.
I find it stunned. I pick it up and hold it.

It is cold, and there is a cat roaming nearby.
I hold it hoping the warmth of my hands will help.
I hold it for a long time, until the cold is too much for me.
We go inside.

Slowly it begins to recover, its eyes begin to blink,
its beak, which has been open, closes.
It begins to stir, to look around.
When it stirs sufficiently we go back outside.

We sit near the feeder, where it can see
and hear the other birds.
Maybe that will help, it seems to.
It sits on my open palm, then, suddenly,

flies to a low branch of a nearby tree.
A few minutes later it is gone.

~~~

A TITMOUSE CRASHES INTO THE WINDOW WITH A REVERBERATION DISPROPORTIONATE TO ITS SIZE, STARTLING ME. I FIND IT STUNNED. I PICK IT UP AND HOLD IT. IT IS COLD, AND THERE IS A CAT ROAMING NEARBY. I HOLD IT HOPING THE WARMTH OF MY HANDS WILL HELP. I HOLD IT FOR A LONG TIME, UNTIL THE COLD IS TOO MUCH FOR ME. WE GO INSIDE. SLOWLY IT BEGINS TO RECOVER. ITS EYES BEGIN TO BLINK. ITS BEAK, WHICH HAS BEEN OPEN, CLOSES. IT BEGINS TO STIR, TO LOOK AROUND. WHEN IT STIRS SUFFICIENTLY WE GO BACK OUTSIDE. WE SIT NEAR THE FEEDER, WHERE IT CAN SEE AND HEAR THE OTHER BIRDS. MAYBE THAT WILL HELP. IT SEEMS TO. IT SITS ON MY OPEN PALM, THEN, SUDDENLY, FLIES TO A LOW BRANCH OF A NEARBY TREE. A FEW MINUTES LATER—IT IS GONE!






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Written on 2015-01-01 at 17:22

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Nancy Sikora
Number 2. Definitely Number 2.

Looks like *somebody* had a LOT of time on her hands.
2016-02-26



Reads so well in any of the forms:)
2015-01-13


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
alter-ego strikes
2015-01-11


Rob Graber
A clever and instructive exercise indeed!
2015-01-07


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I have a book, "Poetic Meter & Poetic Form." It's pretty indecipherable, but the gist of it is—form matters.
2015-01-07


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
In answer to your question, I guess the form does have some bearing. Certainly for me I could feel subtle differences in the affect between some of the readings. A slightly differing sense of tension, to give one example.
2015-01-02


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
I loved the poem the images and emotions that it created very nice indeed. I also enjoyed the experience of reading through the different forms. Very interesting to see how the sentiments can ebb and flow differently depending on the form. I think I will bear this in mind in the future when drafting my own words.

All the above is said with the utmost sincerity. In saying that I do hope you have a sense of humour, as nearing the last of the different forms I had a niggling wish that the cat might just nab that titmouse before it crashes into the window again.

Sincerely enjoyed and welcome to the Bay. :-)
2015-01-02


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Form , poetry , forms as we write our work, the poet , write with OUR ,rules , we write in the ways that suites us. I so enjoyed your forms that you used hear in your work. Welcome to our bay.
Ken
2015-01-01