Smell The Coffee

This has some symmetry with De’s WhimsyGizmo poem for this prompt, the poem as a puzzle box, and in our poem the mind as a box as well. This is a nice little Ars Poetica, but about the art of reading rather than writing poetry. Some poems are obscure, like a painting, or a sunset, those are things that are not expository, but can still contain truth or beauty. The poet writes one thing, but the other participant is the reader, who brings other levels of interpretation and emotion to the poem, thus it can be a new poem each time, an infinite layering of boxes from one little write. I don’t think there is one way “to get” some poems, and that is part of the beauty. Other poems are more direct, other types of literature like novels, flesh out stories and lives, expository essays make a point, but poems can have aspects of all of those, but their main gist is in how they feel, and that is as varied as the course of a moonbeam. That is the point of your quadrille, which is nicely antithetical, they carry keys of truth, but they are often cloaked – but that very fact may be partially why they reveal depth of FEELING and yearnings of the HEART! (that is it zactly girl). So well done.

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