POETRY

     Poetry is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and rhythmic qualities of language—such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre—to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaïc ostensible meaning. From

the mid-20th century, poetry has sometimes been more generally regarded as a fundamental creative act employing language.



     Some poetry types are specific to particular cultures and genres and respond to characteristics of the language in which the poet writes. Much modern poetry reflects a critique of poetic tradition, playing with and testing, among other things, the principle of euphony itself, sometimes altogether forgoing rhyme or set rhythm. In today's increasingly globalized world, poets often adapt forms, styles and techniques from diverse cultures and languages.

     Poetry uses forms and conventions to suggest differential interpretation to words, or to evoke emotive responses. Devices such as assonance, alliteration, onomatopoeia and rhythm are sometimes used to achieve musical or incantatory effects. The use of ambiguity, symbolism, irony and other stylistic elements of poetic diction often leaves a poem open to multiple interpretations. Similarly figures of speech such as metaphor, simile and metonymy create a resonance between otherwise disparate images—a layering of meanings, forming connections previously not perceived. Kindred forms of resonance may exist, between individual verses, in their patterns of rhyme or rhythm.

Free Former

She was tenderly fanatical
From falling in love
With philosophical falseness

For she, she fainted
With intense grandeur
Of fallacies of future purposes

Filled with falling frail feels
Fondly ferocious fairies
Pouncing on fire pits

with a face so pure
And frozen from figments
Of freedom prowling futures…

My pleasure, to foreclose,
The feathers the silently tether
The faint flowers

They die with finesse
Of fauna underwater
Swimming with flounders

So if from now on
And perhaps so forth
Could be thine fervor

Release from me the fire
That suffers the fearful fevers
From fresh flesh forever…

-K.B. Wulfriek
Philosophy of Flounders