We have all wondered and racked our brains about the questions and the nature of the human race, to which we have no true and definitive answers: like every moment lived and this moment you live now, it will simply be a I remember, the daunting inevitability of death, the transience of life, the irreversibility of time, the loss of innocence as the centuries pass… it is the human condition to question these things; and this mutual similarity in amazement, for me, is beautiful. I weave these universal topics into my poetry, particularly Father & Child and the Violets, to transcend time and provide meaning to a range of different contexts, while reflecting my own context and values. In "The Violets" we intertwine past and present, the recurring floral motif of 'spring violets' germinates in both memory and reality to reflect the character's age and perceptions. “I kneel to pick fragile melancholy flowers among ashes and soil”. Violas portray the character as an adult, whose acquired knowledge and lack of innocence have created a critical and melancholy view of his world. This is juxtaposed with the childish perception of the character; “spring violets in their clay bed”. In childhood, beauty was simplistic and untainted by human knowledge and experience; blessed with innocence. This is underlined by the temporal shifts established through structural indentation, while enjambment echoes the fragmented process of memory recall. Structure is also key in Father and Child, the two-part structure, Barn Owl And Nightfall, which emphasizes the opposition between life and death, innocence and maturity, youth and infirmity; all while accentuating childhood as the era that catalyzes maturation, internally and physically. The structure also depicts the influence of modernism on my writing, such as... in the center of the paper... recognition of "symbols of transience" which are juxtaposed with the oxymoron "ancient innocence" which represents the continuity of memory despite transience of physicality and mortality. The alliterative metaphor in The Violets explains that "the years cannot move nor death's disorienting scale distort those lamp-lit presences." Here, the father's presence in the person's memories acts as a guiding and warming light, forever rooted in his memories, never to be tainted by death. The poems facilitate the investigation of human experience by illustrating the transience of life and the longevity of memory. My writing is my means, to convey to you my values, my beliefs, my ideas, my messages, everything. The ability to convey these things is beautiful. But for you to discover and interpret beauty, to mold beauty into a new being, is the true beauty of poetry.