Hola! This poem is part of my Ars Poetica – BlogchatterA2Z 2025 series, where I explore the art of poetry through 26 stanzas, each beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. Every day, a new stanza unfolds, building upon the previous ones intuitively and organically. If you’re just joining in, feel free to read from the beginning or simply dive into today’s reflection on poetry.
Stanza 9 of the Ars Poetica—Imagery’s Immersion
Ink drips into vision—
Fluffy clouds of cream over the morning cup of coffee,
A song or solace? I don’t know, but
That sip of comfort lifts me into a world
Where the poem begins to find her face—
A blushing Mars,
Hiding her scars
In the hush of light.
She smells of burnt bread
From a distant house.
Oh dear, poetry is a naked show—
Out there, lying bare,
Letting you into her world
To taste the citrus on her tongue,
To trace the rough edges of her craters,
Carving her into a planet
Distant,
Yet personal enough
To touch—
To feel her shriveling scars,
That make her real.
Not to be read,
But to be held close.
(to be continued...)
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Wow! People usually use poetry as a medium to describe someone, or a place, or an emotion. You on the other hand, have beautifully composed an ode to poetry itself!
Beautifully written!
Cheers,
CRD
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Haha, thank you! I love experimenting, and poetry feels like the perfect medium for it. I’m so glad you enjoyed my take on poetry itself—it means a lot 🙂
Loved how the imagery isn’t just decorative—it carries emotional weight, like the scent of burnt bread or the sip of coffee that kickstarts reflection. It makes poetry feel lived-in, not just written.
Thank you so much—that’s such a beautiful way to put it! I try to root my imagery in everyday moments so that it can connect with my readers well. It means a lot to know it felt lived-in and real to you. 🙂