Does language impose limits on poetry?
The true power of poetry is that it can convey more than words would normally be able to articulate in prose. I can say that the clouds looked very fluffy and pink, or a I can say the cotton candy floated in a vanilla sky. The latter description uses a metaphor to create a parallel image that conveys more than just color and texture, it adds context, it says that scene was “sweet”, not to the pallet, but to the soul. How else could you say something like that in so few words? If you look up the definition of “love” in the dictionary, you’ll see that it tells you want love looks like, but not what love “is”…poetry on the other hand has volumes of poems that create images of not just what each poet understood love to be, but how it felt to be in love, to share love, to miss love, to want love, and often without using the word “love” to do so. When you say, “my heart swells and pushes against the prison of my chest each time I see your face”, it says more about love than an entire parag
