Poetry is a language of its own, a means of communicating ideas and emotions not well-suited to simple narrative. When we say an expression or a phrase is “poetic,” we are saying the words are framed to evoke images and ideas in a context flooded with emotion. The older I get, the more I find poetry an outlet for the tangle of sentiments that simply couldn’t find an outlet in my younger years; they were bottled up with no place for release. Poetry is a place where emotions can safely go.
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