Why write in form?

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/89288/why-write-in-form

Extract:

Unlike other arts—and perhaps even other forms of writing—readers and writers alike often associate poetry with feeling, not technique. Part of this may stem from a misunderstanding of William Wordsworth’s famous definition of poetry, in which he begins, “Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings. …” His wording encourages a reading in which poetry simply occurs and does so uncontrollably. If this is the part of the quotation that sticks with you, it’s no surprise that you might associate poetry more with emotional intensity and less with the how of its conveyance. But in the second half of that quotation, Wordsworth tempers his original statement: “… it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.” Those unexpected and powerful feelings are actually being observed at a calming distance from that emotion.

More important, Wordsworth’s statement doesn’t acknowledge the structure that serves as a scaffolding for those feelings, a framework that makes a poem more than just cathartic release. It doesn’t acknowledge form. Why would it? For Wordsworth and his contemporaries 200 years ago, form was assumed. If a poem didn’t rhyme, readers could be sure it employed some sort of metrical scheme.

Where are the boats.the anchor chains?

We stopped outside the gates of the small park
A pool had grown from  heavy  Pennine  rain
A danger to the old  when nights are dark

I leaned on the  old push-chair ,aching heart
My other sister ran around blocked drains
We stayed outside the gates of the small park

She asked, is this the sea, or just a  part?
I said, where are the boats.the anchor chains?
A danger to the old  when nights are dark

She saw a vision  coming from her  heart
She saw Dad cross the ocean leaving wains
I looked  right through the gates of that small park

Oh,Daddy, do not leave us all forlorn
We heard an angel sounding the ram’s horn
We wept  quite near the gates of the small park
The  pool  showed our reflections, they were stark

 

Yes, but it is not sufficient

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Wonderful drawing by Katherine 2006

Photons have mass ? I didn’t even know they were Catholics.

When cats prey can dogs meditate?

Is humour necessary to become a mystic? Yes,but it is not sufficient.

Life is good if and only if we realise we have a choice  What it is no-one knows

Quantum mechanics wanted to saveI cat.Good pay if and only if it is  still alive
 
Do cats sin? It’s inhuman of them!

Why does no-one mention Purgatory,except me? Please come with me.Tell a lie

When I grow up I want to be a positive integer.But you are irrational!

Numbers dance behind my  eyelids.Why?

 

I saw cats and dogs but no giraffes

The intensity of flowersFlowers and trees in April

I found my first phone in the drawer by chance
 C  1 -01,  a Nokia  coloured pink
Memories  of  my flower photographs

We look but we don’t see,oh,happenstance
Now I shall pour out the tea and drink
I found my first phone in the drawer by chance

There were cats and dogs but no giraffes
Now I might just shut y eyes to think
Of memories  and my flower photographs

We walked around those gardens holding hands
Saw the iris and the rose.oh God  I thank
I found my first phone in the drawer by chance

You preferred the sea shore.edge of sands
The waves ran on our feet, the fishes winked
Oh memories ,oh all our photographs

Like the fish, you also sent a wink
Just before you died, a smile , cheeks pink
I thought you looked  much better,but no chance
Blessed memories  of  our lives in photographs