My brother read my third poetry book, ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ด ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ, recently. His response? โThat book is kind of dark, man.โ
What is poetry? This art form isnโt willing to be defined, labeled, or nailed down. Its words are the chiseled marble of language. It is a paint-spattered canvas, but the poet uses words instead of paint, and you are the canvas.