that holds the most impact. Of course, the "thing" that is clear to you, helps share & define the vague. If this were physics, the law of opposites might apply. Might not. The same holds true for poetry -- however you wish to define.
Shadows are sturdy in their flexibility to come & go without regret. Never linger too long. Slip in and out of time like the memory of a great meal. Like the slipping away of a line of poetry that just entered your eart.
it probably is. Example, this stunning Feijoa is in the myrtle family as is the bottlebrush. Some things which aren't related are connected by our senses. For example, corn & tomatoes, peanut butter & jelly. Isn't the mind an adventure all in itself. Paths are endless. Much like making a poem. Finite words; endless possibilites.
can invigorate, can bring a beautiful sight-fragrance into my life. Like discovering the power of a lemon slice to invigorate a meal. Or the unexpected yet just rightly-weighted word in a poem. A simple word which simultaneously roots the poem and makes it soar. On such a walk, I think about opporsites and how they might not be so.
has a center. It's simply a matter of where you put it? Like, where did you leave your phone yesterday. The kindness of strangers is often the key and the keeper of clarity. The choice not always yours. Or mine. Perhaps, once a year, it's best to count the wooden spoons. But who among your closest friends would be interested in such a tally. Even though each tally has a center of clarity.