Poets see the world through Haikus:
Micro‑vision,
Flashes,
Tiny shifts —
Like children’s laughs rippling across rivers,
Summer caressing the skin of winter.
Sometimes, Sonnets:
Structured in deep emotion,
Conflict and resolution,
Symmetry of thought
Like stained‑glass windows,
Longing, devotion,
Love and contradiction
Lyric sight is rhythm —
Breath,
And the music of feeling,
Sound on a page,
A song made of ink.
Seeing through Free Verse eyes
Is wild, intuitive,
Raw, boundaryless —
Truth between lines,
Speech without performance
Sometimes we see a narrative:
A story, a plot,
Characters and choices,
Motives behind actions…
A poet’s eyes shift,
No form holds it all.
Seeing the world
Not as it is,
But as it becomes.
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