"Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits."
That's how Christopher Marlowe described poetry
in his Prologue to Tamburlaine.
"Poetry is the opening and closing of a door,
leaving those who look through
to guess about what is seen
during a moment."
"Poetry is a comforting piece of fiction
set to more or less lascivious music."
When Webster's defines poetry
it speaks in terms of rhythm, feelings, spirit.
Like music, a good poem makes us think or feel something,
sends out wispy reminders of something we've known
or maybe just imagined.
It is language of the soul.