Do you remember studying form in poetry while still in school? Were you tortured with iambs and trochees? Did you suffer through the sonnet?
So did I.
In fact, you could not get me near a Dickinson poem until long after I had graduated, and I was an English major. I wanted the poem (and the poet) to speak to me plainly. Rhyme schemes were so eighteenth century!
What if I told you that writing in form can propel your thoughts forward in a way that free verse just isn’t equipped to do? It’s true. When you know that parameters exist, you compensate. You focus. Your thoughts do not have the luxury of flailing about on the open page.
Let’s start small.