I enjoy the poetics of language. The way words may laugh, taunt, or tease. The silvery sound slight- and slant-rhyme expound on the page, on the lips — order issued by human air. The Word wielded through verse or rant {lacking form}, carries meaning, capturing our experiences. Poetry experiences the essence of life.
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#WorldPoetryDay
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