Just suppose we were to ask a sculptor; “what the clay knows”?, or ask a musician; “what the notes know”?, or the painter; “what the brush knows”?
The tools of the artist; yield to a part of the work, in the act of creation.
Is poetry a creation of art?
As if the forms of words and verse were a “sculpture of words”, a “melody of assonance”, or a “vision of figurative nuances”?
Are words the poets’ media; the tools of this creation?
Is the finalized verse the essence of expression; of and from the experience?
What then, is a “poem”?
As a sculpture on a stand, a song on a stage, a masterpiece of painting bounded within a frame?
Or a fleeting emotion, contained.
~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK
(inspired by a question)