Poetry is a wandering window to and fro the unknown, a gateway. Poetry is the sacred chiming of silence that breaks down logic while still dreaming in Fibonacci spirals.[1] For example, there is a poetic form called FIB. This form consists of paying attention to the syllables in each line because: “the number of syllables in each line must equal the sum of the syllables in the two previous lines.” per infinitum. See Lewis Turco, The Book of Forms: A Handbook of Poetics (Hanover, NH: University Press of New England, 2000), 214-5. Furthermore if you want to study deeply the…
What is poetry?
