“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” ~Robert Frost
We call poetry words, but this is wrong. Words are words. Poetry is something more. Poetry is something that inhabits the depths of a man’s soul and moves his pen to give life to words and so ascribe what some call poetry.
Poetry is what lies behind the words, prompting them into being. Take a strand of expression, a strand of passion, and a strand of order. Let the lithe fingers of language plait them together with experience born of wisdom till they spill onto a page in verses. Then read them aloud with the voice of feeling. Shout them from the tree tops with the peril of passion. Quote them in the assembly with the tone of Wisdom. Whisper them to your children with an air of mystery. This is poetry.
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