POETIC WORDS

What a poem does not say--what it does not try to say--a dimension or restraint it tactfully, tacitly mourns--is where its power truly rests (or nests).  Its words, images, wisdoms, lyricisms evoke--and evoke by subtly, poignantly framing--an experience or idea that MUST BE LIVED.  It would be crass to speak its spirit, and yet it would be a crime not to invoke its spirit.  So words, POETIC WORDS, best serve as signs, not facsimiles, as invitations, not a virtual spaces, as celebrations of possibility that do not--and beautifully cannot--hesitate to ponder plausibility.