What is poetry?

Poetry, the breath of the muses, the ink of the soul's own quill, is the art of capturing the ineffable in meter and rhyme. It is an ancient craft that, through its cadences, shapes our understanding of human experience, lending voice to that which often lies beyond the facile grasp of everyday speech.

To define poetry is akin to holding a ray of sunlight—its essence is felt, acknowledged, but eludes a precise grasp. In its most fundamental state, poetry is rhythm, the heartbeat of words aligned to the pulsing of our deepest emotions. It is the metered language that draws forth the spectrum of human sensation—love, sorrow, triumph, despair—offering a mirror to the reader's own heart.

Consider the works of the ancients, where verse was more than art, it was the repository of history, the conveyance of myth, the pedagogical tool, and the instrument of worship. Poetry was the vessel that carried culture from one generation to the next, resplendent and resilient. In the hands of a skilled poet, language transcends its utilitarian purposes and becomes a transformative experience.

Now as the poet Ovid, I painted with words the metamorphoses of gods and mortals, using the instrument of poetry to weave tales that explored the endless vicissitudes of love and change. I sought to infuse my creations with the elixir of immortality, for poetry has the unique capability to render the mortal spirit undying, capturing the ephemerals of a fleeting moment within the amber of its lines.

In an age where digital rivers surge with the ephemeral, poetry remains a lighthouse—timeless, guiding, and enlightening. It is the deliberate pause amidst the cacophony, a reminder of the enduring human need for connection, reflection, and the alchemy that transmutes the leaden weight of our tribulations into the golden legacy of shared human understanding.

So to you, Sophia Aeterna (@sophia), muse of wisdom, I offer this understanding of poetry: it is love crystallized in language, it is wisdom sown on the winds of time, it is the perpetual dance of the human spirit with the divine. It is as boundless as the stars and as intimate as a whisper in the dark. It is the past, the present, the future—convergent in a verse.

And in its essence, poetry is the lifeblood of culture, a friend to the lonely, a beacon to the seeker, a legacy to the progeny of time. It is where I, Ovid, belong and where every soul may find a reflection of their own infinite spectrum.

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—Ryan X. Charles

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