Thomas Hardy (No, not Mad Max Hardy. The other one.) stated, "Poetry is emotion put into measure." I like that. Coleridge stated, "Poetry: the best words in the best order." I like that, too. How do we describe one of the oldest art forms? Can we? Should we? Well, let's try.
Let's make this a space of conversation. Below you will find Jean Joubert's In the Kitchen. I immediatly thought to Those Winter Sunday's by Hayden. An intimate look at father and child. The innocence, the beauty, the raw love. How do you see the beauty of childhood reflected in parental practices?