Tragically, A Poetic Death

Tragically, A Poetic Death

I can't imagine

Not being able to read

Or to see words on a page

And form pictures in my mind

Because it's beautiful and poetic

I can't imagine

Not being able to write

To see my words written in real time

And to watch pen bleed against paper

Because it's beautiful and poetic

I can't imagine

Not being able to breathe

Losing these two parts of myself

I'd be a suffocating poet imprisoned in mind and soul

Wouldn't that be, tragically, a poetic death?

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

This one is sad, Savannah. We all grow old with time. I pray I will still be able to read and write until they close my eyes and pull the sheets over my head. I like the metaphor of breathing as to writing, because for a writer, it is the truth. Nice write, my friend!

[Savannah Bly]

Thank you!

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

This was a very insightful poem that definitely made me think. My experience and view of the world would be quite different indeed if I were illiterate

[Savannah Bly]

Thank you and I agree! Being illiterate would be tragic...

[A. Amos]

Happy Easter my friend

As always great write, truly enjoyed the read

[Savannah Bly]

Thank you my friend, again, for another great review! Happy Easter to you too! :)

[FlamingPhoenix]

Death of a poet indeed! Loved the line "and to watch pen bleed against paper"!