Found poetry is an odd duck, kind of a cross between poetry and visual arts. What are the component skills of what we call composition? Is it poetry if only we name it so? Does everything we experience have the potential of poetry within it?
Prose poetry pushes against most every concept of verse and form, nearly an anti-form. So how is it poetry?
The Shakespearean sonnet by its formal nature elevates its subject (not necessarily who–or what–is addressed).
The pantoum tends to move over the same ground repeatedly. The second form is the free verse version. (And no, this is not about any of my personal neighbors!)
A “Mirror Cinquain,” and the meter, too, is reversed across the two stanzas. The second form is the free verse version.
A villanelle and then not one. What is ever the same, anyway?
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