Sometimes, when seeking the gist of a word, look at the second definition in the dictionary. (I prefer OED.)
Poetry is “something that arouses strong emotions because of its beauty.”
This morning, when I went for a walk, I hear a bird sing. Its verse reminded me of a Piccolo – each singular note was strong and uplifting.
When humans created their musical instruments did they consciously imitate the birds, or was it a matter of the heart, i.e. INSTINCT?
A poem is “something regarded as comparable to poetry in its beauty.”
Each morning, when I go for a walk, I listen to the birds singing. I’ve learned to meditate on the sound. With a little bit of practice I learned to feel the sound. And with a little bit of practice, a shift in consciousness, a walk up the stairs so to speak – I learned to SEE IT.
Small stones dropped into a slow-moving stream [of water]…
Burbling old peculator, the coffee’s hot and ready to pour…
A scratchy throat, fresh sandpaper pressed against the newly honed wood…
Accent on a letter, little hat, le petit chapeau, circumflex – that’s what this particular bird’s poem sounds like….
Definition of A Poet: “A person possessing special powers of imagination or expression.” (OED)