Dead Poet’s Elegy


Poetry died swept like sand from a water wild strand
Torn like the pen from the poets crippled hands

Obstructing the growth of the poets crumbled heart
Withered like a rose whoms pedals fell apart

Some believe that Poetry fled with the souls of the sonneteers
whole-hearted rhymsters torn from our hearts and hushed from our ears

When Poetry died did she weep?
when she was purloined did she speak?

without Poetry my minds fallen weak my hearts overcome by grief

In the absence of Poetry true love has become extinct

If I could only hold a saccharine stanza close
I'd be suffused with illustrious affalatus and formidable hope

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