We humans love finding patterns, connecting dots. This instinct helped us to survive on the savannah - and stays with us even now, as we appreciate art.
This is the excitement, mixed with joy, we experience with free verse, as we see the underlying structure, feel the flow of the incidental rhythms as they happen, as the fuller picture emerges, shared from the mind of the artist.
#love # life # poetry
with vigor
guided by the stars
earth has no sorrow
that heaven cannot heal
these games we play
harmonious, bewitched
animated
tickled pink
long, slow, early
when you separate
clean and lucky
we feel the rhythm
excited
dreaming a dream
destined
How do you feel, having read the poem?
Can you picture the scene, and the emotion in these lines?
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