the final days of poetry, in memorandum

on the final days of poetry

the words will come undone,

their letters dropped upon the ground

first one by one by one.

then soon the streets will covered be

with thought unrecognized,

and hope and faith will float away

in cold wind undesiguised.

the sun will set, the sun will rise,

but never like before.

the trees will weep for what is gone

and blossom nevermore.

the wind will blow both stiff and harsh,

the grass will fade to brown,

the sky will fill with darkened clouds,

and time will whittle down.

when all the words have gone away

our joy will fail its ties

and innocence will never glow

in children's laughing eyes.

but the greatest pain we shall see

on final poem days

is loss of love and all that's pure

from this world's marbled haze.

so if you feel that time is short

do all that you may know

to keep what's cherished close to heart

and never let it go.

for truly now i say to you

that within poetry

lays the strength to save our world

from all that's left to be.

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Another great read. Love how you feel about poetry. I hope we never lose it...I hope people always will read and write.