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 8 of the Ars Poetica—Half-formed and Here
Hardened by haste, yet hauntingly whole,
She arrives—with a soft, uncertain cry,
Making me wonder if she ever meant to come at all.
Half-formed, spilling ink and silence,
Premature, fragile, and raw,
She stretches toward me,
Trembling with tangled lines —
As if to say,
Hold me.
She asks for nothing but a quiet kind of care—
Not perfection, not polish,
Just presence.
(to be continued...)
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There’s something so powerful about the imagery here. The idea of a poem being ‘half-formed, spilling ink and silence’ captures the vulnerability of the creative process. It makes me think about how poems don’t always need to be polished to be meaningful.
Thank you so much—that means a lot! Yes, there’s a raw beauty in those half-formed moments, isn’t there? I’m so glad that image resonated with you!
This is beautiful! It’s only a fragment of the full piece and yet is evocative.
Yes, it was a conscious choice to let each stanza stand on its own, even as part of a larger whole. Thank you so much for noticing that—you truly have a keen eye. I really appreciate your kind words, Srivalli! 🙂