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  Poetry, and discussions of it, have a long history. Early attempts to define poetry, such as Aristotle's Poetics, focused on the uses of speech in rhetoric, drama, song and comedy. Later attempts concentrated on features such as repetition and rhyme, and emphasised the aesthetics which distinguish poetry from prose. From the mid-20th century, poetry has sometimes been more loosely defined as a fundamental creative act using language. Poetry often uses particular forms and conventions to expand the literal meaning of the words, or to evoke emotional or sensual responses. Devices such as assonance, alliteration, onomatopoeia and rhythm are sometimes used to achieve musical or incantatory effects. Poetry's use of ambiguity, symbolism, irony and other stylistic elements of poetic diction often leaves a poem open to multiple interpretations. Similarly, metaphor and simile create a resonance between otherwise disparate images—a layering of meanings, forming connections previously not perceived. Kindred forms of resonance may exist, between individual verses, in their patterns of rhyme or rhythm.

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By Starlight


I saw it fall from the mist enthralled, - a remnant cast
from a lover's call - long ago in a  place unknown.

It glimmered, and lightly shone - in the starlight cast
from a night alone - in the untold leagues of  solitude.

It might have been a letter rudely - written
to a lover shrewdly - awaiting far below.

It might have been  a feather slowly - floating ever down
to show me - utter grace within its form.

It might have been a piece torn - from a  gown
to lie forlorn - within the dust yet nigh among.

It might have been a spirit shunned - from paradise,
and falling stunned, - to lay enduring fell unrest.

It might have been a dove bereft - of life,
as in falling left - the courtship of its  mate.

It might have been a prayer too late - uttered from a soul forsaken
by the powers that be above. - Or perhaps,

it  might have been true love... - But who am I to lapse
into such conjecturing - as this which I amass? ...And yet,

it was laden with intent; - deeply falling into the mist enthralled;
shining brighter as it went, - like a star from hell to heaven.

(Poem completed: 2002)

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