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americangothic
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since 2008-11-11
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0 posted 2009-02-09 04:24 PM



A poor poet polished his pen
gathered the grouping of verse
second hand suit stained with dank desperation
poverty pained and perverse

rubber bands rounded the readings
sweat sat on silvery hair
holding the heart of his life's fascination
clutched in perspiring pair

time had invoked the robed reaper
cancer would come without care
driving his dreams to the last destination
crying for someone to care

No prints were made of his pages
wisdom was woeful and worn
ragged and wrinkled, this ancient equation
his parchment too tattered and torn

silent, his soul had surrendered
solitude save for his pen
packing away his poetic salvation
to never be gazed on again


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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354
Listening to every heart
1 posted 2009-02-09 05:03 PM


You tell that poet to drag out those papers...

and send them to me. I'm a keeper of
lovely works...and awesome writes.

Brings to mind a past poem of mine, told
about in a novel I had published, partly
based on realty, of old books and old
writings, picked up and treasured by a
woman.

Nothing is ever written for naught.

And I'm rambling. Good poems do that to me.



Thank you!




Margherita
Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236
Eternity
2 posted 2009-02-09 05:08 PM


So beautifully written, yet so heartwrenchingly sad.

The conclusion is an assumption, he might well be read and loved one day, who knows.

Anyway, I do hope this is fiction.

Love,
Margherita

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California
3 posted 2009-02-10 02:45 AM


Since I was a young girl I have discovered obscure poems in strange places that I have kept for years because I think they have worth and I will one day pass them on to my daughter and granddaughters along with my own. You never know who's out there...
reading and appreciating.
                               Ida

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