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Haiku- What Poetry means to me


When you start out as a poet, I believe there is a defining force within you that forms a majority of the underlying themes in the poems you tend to write. On your journey as a poet, as your poetry matures, so does this underlying theme to reflect how far you have come. For me a poem has always been a source of inspiration. A sparkling jewel shimmering with the underlying thought. So much more precious than a real gem, for poetry in my mind is magical words, strung together in a beautiful song that touches hearts and minds alike. Hope my Haiku on what poetry means to me resonates with you.


(Image Credit: flickr Felix E. Guerrero)

Magical verses
Jewels of inspiration
Window to the heart

A Haiku is a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five.

Poem © Vyomi Malik

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