Why I Love Poetry
Poetry is supremely beautiful. It’s courageous and powerful and moving, speaking a forbidden language. The metered breath and sighs of stanzas jet across the page like brushstrokes in a painting. The songs, the odes, the ballads, and quatrains tell stories where a sentence fails. There’s rhythm and there’s life. I could dive into a metaphor and drown; the smile of a simile personified in my last breath. Poetry: the sonnets, the haiku, the villanelles, and elegies, are more than words; they are songs and heartbeats; an echo of the past and windows to forgotten corners of the present. I must confess, I am in love with poetry.
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