From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Poetry is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and rhythmic qualities of language—such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre—to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning.
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Aside from this wiki definition, poetry is also the mind and heart’s way of shoving all manner of emotional and mental rainbows or pretty dark imaginings into/out of your eyes/ears and mouth onto or into any surface imaginable. That was a weird sentence. Why do/does (language fail) your mind and your heart perform this play within your dark recesses over and over again, because they can, and they will, so eat it. These entities, and they are indeed entities, want you to know how incredibly demented you are deep down under that fragile shell of yours. Oh and they may also be doing this because you are in fact a child of the infinite universe that surrounds us….and the words that fly from your mind to wherever they wish are actually a message to those around you that you are in fact here to rescue them from their pathetic lives and go on spectacular quests with them. Another long and weird sentence which was probably structured incorrectly, but who cares, might as well break the rules right….that’s what Poetry does, regularly and without consequence….sooooo….(dramatic pause)….
….break the rules, write poetry, write riddles and rhyme if you have to….write for the sake of words and whimsy. Write down your name over and over again with a doodle and a Dandelion (a tribute) inserted here and there. Do it without question and do it with pride. If you have words hidden within then what’s the point of having them….secrets are only truly appreciated once they are let out of the bag….hey i think i’m on to something here. Confuse the living cupcakes out of your friends and family by writing a poem and then present it to them in a bag of apples. Do silly things….if you want to write….do just that, for the sake of writing. I’m out of coffee and thus i have to go make some more….why?? So that i may continue to write and put my words down on this digital page for you to read….so that even if these words do not ring true in your mind, or your heart, at least i would have served a purpose in giving your ocular opals something to read whilst you find something better to do. Go get a pen, or a new post, or a new page, some ink….anything….for the sake of writing, and reading….a story….a new character….and Poetry.
“Atrast nal tunsha….” or as it is known in the common tongue….”May you always find your way in the dark….”