Interestingly I read about half of The Ode Less Travelled around this time last year and failed to produce much more than a couple of lines, a triplet of ok stuff at most but nothing like a whole poem. What this suggests to me is that either poetry (for me at-least) is from the heart or alternatively Stephen's lessons take a year to sink in to the subconscious! lol well either way I'm sure the book has benefitted me and like anything taught it has to be learnt and possibly wont amount to much without inspiration.
As a comparison, here is a poem I wrote when I was around fifteen before I'd even heard of Stephen Fry which is actually in the same format as the one above . . I think its called a Shakespearian sonnet, i'm sure the book talks about this layout.
The suns rays heating my face,
A bird singing with untold grace.
Rolling over I open an eye,
To see a perfect sapphire sky.
The grass around me, fresh, ripe, new.
Above, an endless beautiful blue.
A lovely new dawn. A pleasant new day,
Feeling good in such a special way.
Confidence blooming like flowers around.
Surging with life, like the trust I've found.
Touch like silk, and taste like fire,
I've found the one, my true desire.
A slow, caressing, caring, kiss,
Can open minds to an earthly Bliss.
It could probably do with some tidying up. I dont know whether it's better to improve it to some kind of better poetical standard (like making all the lines the same length) or just leave it to show progression in my poetry . . . assuming that there will be more lol! To date I've only written about ten or so, mostly when I was younger, half of which weren't worth remembering.