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I see a goosepen ink and a thick old paper. But mostly I feel. An eager to dive deep into someone else in order to discover myself.
This is a terrific question. I see an ancient greek vase holding water. Each and every time.
I see an Oxford don type tweed jacket, corduroy trousers,glasses,shaggy hair and unkempt beard. Then I see Bob Dylan beautiful rhyming words that are going to be recited over lifetimes. What i don't see is me just a wordsmith.
When I see poetry,I see a yellow brick road,deadman wonderland and a once bright world,now a dark black hole.
I see duality,polarity and tension amongst mind and heart.
I see visual,audio and kinesthetic Imagery.
I see humanity hurting,healing and helping.
I see a dinner mystery never being solve,as mystery stays within history.
I see poetry as a musical piece,film score and best song may never being heard,since it's drown out by mainstream voices.
Poetry maybe poet's definition of everything but how poetry is defined its up to their own interpretation.
ink, blood, paper, booze and dr*gs....maybe that's just me.
I think of someone sitting alone and staring off into the distance
This might be a tad literal but I just think of books and notebooks. If we're getting a bit more metaphorical, it'd probably look something like the image below. My uni prospectus had a similar image in the English degree section.
Infinite possibilities