Poles are a state of mind.
Well maybe notbut skiing sans poles certainly is.
Before I ditched my poles, I tended to drag the inside pole as a feeler or a brake in a mental security blanket in the steeps. This may be fine on the piste, but getting in the trees catching that basket is a most unpleasant experience.
I met a buddy once who admonished me to keep the poles level, baskets behind the hips and plant from there. It worked pretty well, plants were less effective and slower, but eventually I found myself not planting anyway. It was an easy step to just leave them behind and I became another nutjob who skis everywhere sans poles.
Free hands allow me to hold that instructors imaginary beach ball much easier, counter rotation comes naturally when no tips drag my shoulder back.
Granted, in the bumps, my old school hotshot friends ditch me planting and turning in machine gun repetition but that never was my focus.
I still use them on mountaineering excursions but by and large I ski over a 100 days every year without those pesky thingies and still have not found myself where I'd like them.
Well maybe in lumpy lift mazes, I do look like a gaper negotiating those.