Poetry comes from Beauty, Beauty comes from Understanding, and Understanding of any kind, comes froma sense of Universal Relevancy. The best pieces of poetry have lilting cobwebs of who we are hanging from the curvature of their words. A poet throws their fishing line onto clouds of Beauty and knots the other end to the spokes of their ribcage. And rather than crank the reel, we dangle from it; allowing water currents to swirl around us.
My line has snapped. I can see the golden glint of the hook nestled in the white sand, but I can't feel it's bite in my palm.
But, to Hell with any notion that suggests that I can't dive down in the swallowing silence and retrieve it.