The Blood of Poets...A Poem by An owl on the moonI dedicate this to all those friends I have found on this site; all who write and create worlds with their words. Now, who are your favorite poets?
The fuel of rebellion, the flames of reformation, The Poet brings fire into the dark corridors. Yours are the soft words painted in a baby’s book, And the etchings on the stones of the fallen… Set to music in great cathedrals or sung to children at night, The utterance of the Poet calms and refreshes the soul. Where ancient civilizations crumble and decay, Your speeches live on, inspiring the weak and the faint… How the Poet captures all creation revealing sacred and profane, Common soil and golden streets, you satisfy like food and wine. You bring love like water to the desert and raise the sun from its slumber; For no joy is so profound and no pain so deep that you cannot describe… Kings rise and fall, the bones of armies lie scattered in dust, But your words remain, like the wind they caress the earth. You are Byron and Blake, Frost, Dickinson, and Whitman… Your voice is Neruda and Milton, Giovanni and Alexander… The blood of the Poet is poured out like water for the thirsty, Etched on the pages of history, making passion burn hotter, Forever….
© 2011 An owl on the moonAuthor's Note
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Added on January 13, 2011Last Updated on January 13, 2011 AuthorAn owl on the moonAbout2024 is here... May we make it so much more heaven than hell... Wishing all peace on earth... Together, maybe we go the distance... The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet t.. more..Writing
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