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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