“Two Strangers” – A POEM

Hey, coming at ya with some freshly made poetree. More surreal and metaphorical than most of my other poems (wait I take that back, all of them are already super metaphorical I think). But definitely more dream-like and intangible. With an interesting ABAC rhyme scheme, where only two of the four lines rhyme. Perhaps that does something in the way of propagating the story content of the poem, where there’s organization and reason to events, but at the same time, an ungraspable abstraction.

Yes, the structure of a poem can portray something about the conceptual, the ideas being expressed within writing, sometimes:

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Various Forms of Poetry

When we think of a poem, no doubt there is one specific poem stereotype that surfaces in our mind. Perhaps Louis-Stevenson’s “whose woods are these, I think I know,” or the over-used “roses are red, violets are blue,” or something of the sort. Some may think poetry is merely any combination of rhyming words.

Oh, but poetry can take on an infinite array of formations. Oxford Languages put it well, defining poetry as a “literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.” No mention of rhyming, or repeating patterns, or certain number of syllables. A poem is a poem for its expression of feelings and ideas in which there is marked style and rhythm. What that style and rhythm you use, as the poet, it completely up to you.

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“Island in a Water” – POETREE

“Island in a Water

by Michael Metzler Jr.
Behind my house, on the other 
Side of my garden,
There’s a hill, and through this hill
There is a burrow, that leads to a
Different somewhere.

I’m not certain
Where this certain somewhere is,
But it’s a place I like to go
When the sky clams up 
And the stars in outer space
Run away,
I think.

Down through my garden,
Passing rows of cauliflower,
Escorted by the bees
As they make their way from
Tree to tree.

Entering the tunnel, where the
Darkness comes to greet me
And I leave behind my garden
And my rows of apple trees.

The musty dampened clamor
Of the millions in the city
Square, pummeling each other
With their tongues, this
Tries to reach me through the tunnel
But my tunnel doesn’t care.


It’s then I sit on an island in a water
My reflection looking back
Into my soul.
And I become still.
Stiller than the water that
I’m sitting on. 

No one else knows of my 
Tunnel, or my 
Island on the water,
If they did, then I am sure
It would not be there

the end

Analyzing My Poem – “Swimming Pool”

You, or anyone else, I’m sure, has had that difficult moment in their lives when they are asked to analyze a literary piece for a school project – whether that be a novel, short story, essay, or poem – and find themselves in a very suddenly-constructed DIY writer’s block. Who knows WHY the author said what they said? Who knows what themes they were attempting to convey? The author isn’t around (or alive) to explain their writing process to you, and so you are left to your own devices.

It’s much easier for me to analyze my own writing, however. Below is a poem of mine I wrote recently. Go ahead in read it and hopefully the meaning I was trying to portray is hidden in there somewhere. After the poem I’ll breakdown my writing process – why I chose the words I did, random rhyming patterns, and methods of symbolism and metaphor I utilized throughout to convey a central idea or theme. In the end, I hope this breakdown process helps you understand analytical techniques when reading poetry in general. Hopefully it gives you some food for thought on your next poem/story/screenplay as well!

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Poetree: Overcoming “Writer’s Orb”

For weeks I was stuck inside a writer’s orb. Commonly mistaken as a “writer’s block,” this writer’s orb was even more discomfiting. It was round – it was all around me. Whereas a writer’s block has distinct edges and sides marking the lines between your boundless creativity and a lack thereof, a writer’s orb is hard to distinguish most of the time, and harder to solve. Defining the circumference of its constraints in an attempt to solve mental confabulation is a tedious and uncertain venture.

Writers tend to overcomplicate most writer’s blocks (or orbs, in my case). They sit upon the same old blank paper and think the same old blank thoughts. Breaking free from writers block, as in this case, is sometimes as simple as reading the works of other authors. For me, as I sat down to write about a rose (this was as far as I’d planned), I decided on a whim to emulate the rhyme scheme of Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” For those unaquainted with this classic poem, let me share the beginning:

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

– “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost

To make a short story shorter, I was intrigued by the rhyme scheme, having, myself, rarely executed an AABA rhyme scheme, so I created one about a rose. Yeah, yeah, there’s a lot of deeper meaning to it, and the rose is just a symbol, and there’s a ton of metaphor, blah blah blah. Don’t worry about all that. Here it is:

What beckons me from endless sleep,
When I am caught in slumber deep?
What power summons me awake,
When soft away doth silence creep?

What orphic spell around me flows,
Enfolds my being from head to toe?
What substance had my transient doom,
That, back to it, I’d ever go?

When clutcheth, I, this thorn-lined stem
The lights shine bright that were once dim,
The sun says “night be ever gone,”
As it jumps ‘round horizon’s rim.

Somehow this rose so strange and red
Appeared to me while I, in bed,
Dreamed of it in another world
At once did cease that pang of dread.

When picketh, I, that flower bright,
For soft and lov’ly was this sight,
It’s thorn did prick, my finger bled
My mind spun fast, from left to right.

I woke up in a pale haze
A temporal and well-lit daze,
A moon that I had never seen
Held fast my non-expiring gaze.

That’s it for now! As always, thanks again for stopping by, and be sure to check out my previous post!