Where Do Poets Go

Where Do Poets Go

A Poem by Frieda P
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~For all the tortured poets on the WC and beyond...

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Dorothy L. Sayers
“Heaven deliver us, what's a poet? Something that can't go to bed without making a song about it.” 
― Dorothy L. Sayers

Where do old poets go to die
are we ever laid to rest
could our words live on
into the cosmos for posterity
Old dusty book shelves our castles,
our pen the sword that exults us
Prose and rhyme that differentiate us from the masses
we the thousands that have won no accolades
only our peers to love our treasured words,
have signed no contract other than
the blood we've shed through our written word
will each tear, joy, delirium, every ounce of sweat
that has stained our poetry
metaphorically be our fortress in the sky
will we live on in the eyes of  those who dare to follow
to tread in our pages as we have those who came before us

Socrates
“I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled [poets] to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.” 
― Socrates

© 2013 Frieda P


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Frieda P
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I think the saddest thing I feel at times are my unread words. Especially here amongst my peers. I just sent an RR out on a poem that has been here since May. Its not a great thing but it has a place in my heart. And its never been reviewed.
Its part of the reason I review as much as I do. Because we poets - we are our words.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Tammy you break my heart, I don't think I have that in my RR's, of course they've run amuck...you're.. read more
TL Boehm

11 Years Ago

RRs multiply when you aren't looking. Like watered mogwai.
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Oh I know, I can't keep up....send it to me in a PM, I looked and couldn't find it on your page.



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Poetry quite rightly described as a true art form, there is a down side to expression, within it we seek perfection in our attempt to hone our creations. I like this one very much thanks

Posted 11 Years Ago


That sort of contemplation will rob you of any sleep at all. The weighing bags piling up below our puffy red eyes, simply become more work rather than symbols of adventure lying beyond the veil of consciousness. If our words are but encoded 1's and 0's and never truly inked upon the pages of a sturdy spined book what happens when the lights go out? Will the emblazoned romanticism of our kin go the way of the dinosaur, or worse just disappear like a shooting star. Simply a beautiful memory. You make me dream awake with this one Frieda. Well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is the way it is going to be, especially in our age of anyone can publish...and it's actually quite a wonderful thing. Imagine those of us before computers sitting in our bedrooms, pouring our hearts out onto lined notebook paper with a Bic pen...wondering, if anyone ever WAS to find these scratchings, would they be able to read our writing? This is lovely. I enjoyed it a lot. xoxo

Posted 11 Years Ago


i loved reading this again, Frieda..one of the best poems i have read about poets.

we sign no contracts that is true...but our words are enough...that is our contract..whether we are remembered or not...what we do has some importance...at least to some.



Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Wow jacob, I can't begin to tell you how much that means coming from you, I'm humbled my friend.
This brought forth a memory of forgotten books, the one found in the novels of Carlos Ruiz Zafon. Imagine a library fueled by the drive of reading to find more books for the collection, our names forever preserved among the names of many others; and most touchingly, a person would eventually fall in love with our novels for life. The thought of what happens to our works after our deaths is both terrifying and intriguing, and theorizing what would happen is quite frightening.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

I know I will never the words of some poets here, thanks Tai.
I think the saddest thing I feel at times are my unread words. Especially here amongst my peers. I just sent an RR out on a poem that has been here since May. Its not a great thing but it has a place in my heart. And its never been reviewed.
Its part of the reason I review as much as I do. Because we poets - we are our words.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Tammy you break my heart, I don't think I have that in my RR's, of course they've run amuck...you're.. read more
TL Boehm

11 Years Ago

RRs multiply when you aren't looking. Like watered mogwai.
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Oh I know, I can't keep up....send it to me in a PM, I looked and couldn't find it on your page.
The captcha does it again !
Poets don't die they just get their verses delivered in hearses...

I loved the reflection and the connection through the ages with this one Frieda, well done. Makes me feel kinda special. thank you
X

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

You are special my sweet friend, thanks muchly! xo
“Heaven deliver us, what's a poet? Something that can't go to bed without making a song about it.”
― Dorothy L. Sayers

This was such a great read and this just shared the beauty of writing and being a poet!



Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Thanks Rosaria, glad you enjoyed this one!
Oh that I may be one of the sacred few when day is done and time is spun to mix my dust with the poets.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Is that a quote, if not, it should be, thanks so much Tom.
There are many poets who will live on in the hearts and minds of their family and friends and hopefully their words mean something to them, also. Recognition is nice, whether reviews, being published or being paid for your work, but even without these, true poets write because they must. Love the line-"the blood we've shed through our written word."

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Exactly Barbara, I concur, but it would be nice for someone to pick up our work off a dusty shelf on.. read more

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Added on September 17, 2013
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Tags: poets, poetry, prose, rhyme, dusty book shelves, words, joy

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Frieda P
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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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