Poetry has only three elements and only three. If one of those is missing, that is not poetry. I’ve been asked what is poetry to me…
I couldn’t answer that, I would have been subjective, but what I’ve said was:
„The Seer knows, he is alone in an empty world!”
Yesterday I had a post, a song, my poem „The Hanged Men”, and I remembered when I wrote it.
It was a transforming moment. I asked:
What is poetry? My eyes closed, my face to the heaven turned… and then I’ve seen him!
In the soft glow of a desk lamp, The Seer sits, he is the quintessential poet, surrounded by the quiet hum of inspiration. The room, draped in shadows, amplifies the spotlight on him, his eyes alight with the fervor of realization. As he lifts his gaze from the parchment, his expression is one of revelation, his voice echoing through the room like a clarion call:
"Poetry is
!" he declares, his words almost visible in the air, vibrating with the power of his insight.
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: Around him, the air shimmers with colors, each one representing a different note of harmony, swirling together into an intricate dance of hues that reflects the unity of words and meaning in poetry.
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: From his mouth, a stream of musical notes floats upward, each note a different color, creating a melody that not only pleases the ear but visually captivates the room, embodying the joy poetry brings.
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: The rhythm takes form as a gentle, rhythmic pulse that seems to move the very air around him, with waves emanating from his desk, maintaining a cadence that resonates through the space, symbolizing the moving sensation of poetry.
Poetry is Music! It transforms the mundane into the sublime, with the room itself becoming an ode to the art form. The walls seem to vibrate with the music of The Poet’s words, echoing his belief that poetry is music, a symphony of language, rhythm, and emotion.