Visions of Drafts [because I Cannot Draw]
To define poetry would be impossible. Or perhaps perfect. I mean, after all, one must use poetry in order to define it... Like explaining water with water.
It is simple. Original. As it ever-reflecting - changes.
Writing that format the translation of thoughts, structured as such, to greater capture said thoughts and present them in a manner which translates mood, emotion, story, or song; historically accounts that poetry derived from songs. And that rhythm and rhyme are easier to remember.
Somewhere in written records, converted pictures and symbols, letters thus become words; not that our current use of language cannot be viewed as merely pictures or symbols; just, that it has evolved and been so refined to such letters, and so innate that we never much of think as the alphabet as awesome little pictures.... creating pictures.
Skimming drafts, tingles automatically transform our minds to visions. Ceaselessly flowing endless interpretations.