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Ars Poetica: Let the Line Breathe

Ars Poetica

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Stanza 12 of the Ars Poetica—Let the Line Breathe

Let a line break the monotony
Of a monologue.
Let it breathe life into white space,
To let your imagination rest there—
Or renovate that pause into a masterpiece
With bricks of your wildest fantasies.

Each gap is not a void but an invitation;
A deliberate silence that speaks louder than sound.
It’s where the poem exhales,
Where thought catches its breath.
Let those empty spaces be your home—
A place where meaning lingers after the words are gone.


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Ars Poetica: Kaleidoscope of Meanings

Ars Poetica

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Stanza 11 of the Ars Poetica—Kaleidoscope of Meanings

Kneel before a word, turn it thrice, 
and watch its meanings shift. 
Language is never static; 
it bends, refracts, 
takes on new colours in different hands. 
A poem is not one thing—it is infinite, 
a prism catching light from every angle. 
What I write today may not be what you read tomorrow. 
That is its magic.

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Ars Poetica: Juxtaposition’s Jolt

Ars Poetica

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Stanza 10 of the Ars Poetica—Juxtaposition’s Jolt

Just when I thought she lay bare,
Her secrets slither beneath her scars.
Light leans into shadow—
She giggles and grieves in the same breath.
A lullaby laced with alarm bells,
She sings in peace and protest.
Poetry—
She is the jolt of juxtaposition,
Startling, shifting,
Forcing the mind to twist and turn,
To see what was always there—
But never truly noticed.

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Ars Poetica: Imagery’s Immersion

Ars Poetica

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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.


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Ars Poetica: Half-formed and Here

Ars Poetica

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Stanza 8 of the Ars Poetica—Half-formed and Here

Hardened by haste, yet hauntingly whole,
She arrives—with a soft, uncertain cry,
Making me wonder if she ever meant to come at all.
Half-formed, spilling ink and silence,
Premature, fragile, and raw,
She stretches toward me,
Trembling with tangled lines —
As if to say,
Hold me.
She asks for nothing but a quiet kind of care—
Not perfection, not polish,
Just presence.

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Ars Poetica: Gestation of Grace

Ars Poetica

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Stanza 7 of the Ars Poetica—Gestation of Grace

Giving her the time she needs to open up,
I carry her in the fabric of my being.
She lingers in every cell, every nerve—
a quiet pulse I cannot unfeel.
It’s like the gestation of something sacred,
where anxiety and awe
weave themselves into breath.
An unknown life grows within,
grows around, grows through—
consuming me, wholly—
my care, my energy,
my very sense of self.
And I don’t mind vanishing into her—
for this is no ordinary surrender.
This creation has chosen me,
a gift seeded by the universe,
waiting to be born in word.

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Ars Poetica: Fathoming the Unfathomable

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Stanza 6 of the Ars Poetica—Fathoming the Unfathomable

From the hush of intuition, a question stirs:
 What holds the poem—form or freedom?
 Is it the spine of a sonnet or the spill of free verse
 That makes it belong to this moment’s breath?
 How do we fathom what resists being known?
 Do we chase it down, begging for clarity,
 Or wait—still, receptive—
 As it arrives bearing its secret confession?
 A bloom in the dark,
 Not of confusion,
 But creation.

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Ars Poetica: Echoes of Ecstasy

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Stanza 5 of the Ars Poetica—Echoes of Ecstasy

Echoes of ecstasy then arrive in evocative expressions
Like a divine intervention
With a download of disengaged words
Splattered across the field of imagination
Each word holds its own pulse,
Gathering under a shower of light.
And as they take root in the hush of thought,
A forest rises from buried seeds—
Each a quiet promise of life.


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Ars Poetica: Dance of Discovery

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Stanza 4 of the Ars Poetica—Dance of Discovery

Da-dhan da-dhan da-dhan da-dhan—
 Now that she has all my attention,
 There’s a dance of discovery,
 Like Rumi’s twirls of ecstasy,
 Spinning into silence, into knowing.
 The da-dhan’s of my world take no words —
 Not yet.
 They pulse in rhythm, syncing with my breath,
 Or with the beat the poem decides to take.
 For now, it’s just the da-dhan, da-dhan, da-dhan —
 Where beats prelude the dance of diction,
 Where language holds its breath before the plunge.

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Ars Poetica – Cry of the Unheard

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Stanza 3 of the Ars Poetica—Cry of the Unheard

Childish yet persistent, poetry clings,
Crying for attention in the middle of chaos—
Clutching my legs like a wailing child, 
While life wheels past, demanding more.
Call it trivial, call it untimely,
But never call it ignorable—
For poetry, like a child unheard,
Only screams louder when dismissed.

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