Poetry Is NOT dead

Poetry is not dead

You give life with your words
And dazzle me with your art
I dream I woke and thought of you
Your imprints on my heart
Some say you tell the tale of grief
and things that fall apart
With love and peace and harmonies
All written from your arm
A poet is zealous priest
Of what isn't seen with eyes
Painting canvasses
This masterpiece
Much proof you are alive
Examining the things of deep
Surpass my finite mind
Brings me to my weakened knees
And lifts my hands to write
Tell me can you tell me please
The deceased can penetrate I
And poets well ahead of me
Gifted beyond the stars

Poetry is not dead

Chelsea Rene Alford