"Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development,
invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears." ~ Edgar Allan Poe
It doesn't need ink or a page to put it on. It doesn't need thoughts or words of expression. But what it does require is imagination and attention.
Visual poetry. It can be found in the cadence of water ripping on a river bank;
the lap of waves slapping on a sea shore;
the sway of Redwoods in a heavy breeze...
... or the dance of delicate dandelions on the hill.
This kind of poetry reminds us of the depth and fullness of our reality, our existence.
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