Parentheses Poetica

I talk in verse, my words may be the ramifications of what my mind rejects and what my heart chooses to keep to self, but verses, they define me. Poetry is abstract sometimes, impish and bold at other instances but it invariably eludes the common sense.It requires a depth , an abyss to fill. It is open to perception but is never keen on deception.It is elusive but not delusive.

A direction, a subtle hint might just leave the traces to the path it takes. The parentheses to verses are words themselves and they have struggled to keep up with the abstract quality in verses. It could ruin the essence , the taste if the lines between the absolute and the perceived are not blurred. The apparent may or may not be the truth. The conviction with which we put bold words and delimit them between the brackets could come from a belief  that the self has imbibed from the surroundings. Hence the parentheses are too defined in fewer words. Barring my earlier interactions , words in my posts have diminished to verses or to few abstracts extracted from the apparent. hence the name 'Parentheses Poetica'.