Hola! This poem is part of my Ars Poetica – BlogchatterA2Z 2025 series, where I explore the art of poetry through 26 stanzas, each beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. Every day, a new stanza unfolds, building upon the previous ones intuitively and organically. If you’re just joining in, feel free to read from the beginning or simply dive into today’s reflection on poetry.
Stanza 6 of the Ars Poetica—Fathoming the Unfathomable
From the hush of intuition, a question stirs:
What holds the poem—form or freedom?
Is it the spine of a sonnet or the spill of free verse
That makes it belong to this moment’s breath?
How do we fathom what resists being known?
Do we chase it down, begging for clarity,
Or wait—still, receptive—
As it arrives bearing its secret confession?
A bloom in the dark,
Not of confusion,
But creation.
(to be continued...)
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This really made me pause—especially the idea of not chasing meaning, but waiting for it to arrive. It reminded me that sometimes the most honest poetry comes when we stop trying so hard to control it.
Thank you so much—that means a lot! Yes, I’m learning that too—how meaning often shows up when we let go and simply stay present. There’s something beautifully honest about what emerges in those moments of surrender 🙂