A Rhombus Of Poetry

What poetry Is, should someone ask me, It's a four-sided rhombus Not an omnibus. One side is tradition, One poetic grammar, Third, to reflect and see What makes good poesy, Fourth imagination, Originality. Blindly followed, it's a copy, Grammar's a manicured green pasture, And should you reproduce nature, A camera would do better. Wild imagination falls flatter Like a gossamer gauze That never ever was. So, poetry at once To me seems four-sided balance. ____________________________________________ Reflections |08.04.2020| Topic: poetry, creativity