Where Do Poets Go

~For all the tortured poets on the WC and beyond...

“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

“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

Author's Note

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Reviews

[TL Boehm]

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.

[Frieda P]

Tammy you break my heart, I don't think I have that in my RR's, of course they've run amuck...you're brilliant, so sorry you feel that way!

[TL Boehm]

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

[Frieda P]

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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I loved this,Its funny after reading about how I had this thought the other night if every died and all were left were poets would we all get along. Lol I know one may never know that answer ,But one thing I find in us poets is we can relate to each others breeze.

[Frieda P]

On a level non-poets cannot, so right, thanks Jon.

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Your welcome

[Robert Lindsay]

This is a really insightful reflection on the nature of poetry - or maybe what may come from it..Anyone with a brain can speak but very few can speak well. You can though!

I'm not sure if the fame matters.. living on.. though I'd love some followers - deserved or undeserved! I expect that poetry is its own reward to the poet - as a sort of therapy and self-expression. There may be an art to being memorable and to gaining a following. I'm not sure what it is - authenticity and luck maybe.

[Frieda P]

Wow Robert, thanks so much for your visit and review, appreciate that you stopped by.

[Yellow Butterfly]

Beautifully expressed words... powerful is your quill....

Your amazing Fp.... this is amazing....



My all time favourite of yours to-date

100

[Frieda P]

Wow, you have put a smile on this 5 AM cranky face, thanks so much YB!

[Yellow Butterfly]

Your welcome lovely lady.... :O)

[Anna Ivy]

This is SO beautiful!!!! I can't even...
Everyone should read this who doesn't write!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Anna, muchly appreciated!

[Muse]

Your legacy is the inspiration you leave behind as a writer. You carry it with you now...and like the soul...inspiration cannot be buried.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your gracious thoughts here Muse.

[Firestone Feinberg]

Stunning. Brilliant. Enlightening.

[Frieda P]

Thanks David, all my favorite adjectives. ;-)

[Juan de Rajah]

I feel this; it's like an old song long ignored but sounds sweeter upon every recall. An old favorite abandoned for a newly found preference, yet the chance taste of the old makes bitter the new.

A heart of a poet I saw through this, but the mirror from your poetry scorns me; a scorn I gladly receive.

Regardless who am I to say anything about this piece. It is brilliant!

[Frieda P]

Thank you for your visit and review Juan, much appreciated.

[MsJewel]

A poet sees beauty where others see darkness..a poet finds magic in the ordinary..
an old dusty bookshelf our castles
our pen the sword that exults us... my two favorite lines

A beautiful tribute to poets hoping their words will be read - and felt...

Lovely my friend
:) Julie

[Frieda P]

Why didn't I think of that, 'a poet finds magic in the ordinary'...! :-) Thanks Julie, glad you enjoyed this one my friend....

[lee von cleef]

Let the mad poets say what'er they please
of the sweets of fairies, Paris, Goddesses,
There is not such a treat among them all,
Haunters of caverns, lake and waterfall,
As a real woman, Lineal indeed



From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed.

[Frieda P]

I'm confuzzeled lee, did you write that?

[lee von cleef]

No way I found a book filled with things my Grandmother loved ,and some of it fits you.

[Frieda P]

Wow what a grand compliment, you did love your grandmama right?

[Frieda P]

Thanks for sharing that by the way, I love it..........

[lee von cleef]

Yep but she would not accept some of my "Lazy" poems. She liked them right.

[Frieda P]

I guess she knew you could do better than 'lazy', whatever that even means....don't think I"ve read a lazy one from your pen...

[lee von cleef]

MmmmH, I guess she liked ? Calisthenics , she believed the form, body, structure, held the readers mind in the writers chosen direction, and if done correctly the intended / emotion would be naturally ?infused. Me now I believe all she said to be true, but I think I can ? Open , float , be a conduit, and let the emotion fill the voids within the reader, the reader pulling from the emotional pallet That has been ?sifted through me.

[Frieda P]

I don't know if Grandma had it all right, as long as it floats your boat, it's good with me, give me something to sink my teeth into and I'm good to go....I'm less concerned with structure, just feed me some passion from the soul.

[lee von cleef]

we will do well reading each other ,so long as you don't mind a few tics on a soul.

[Tate Morgan]

In years to come will our works be found on a shelf somewhere Hopefully so. maybe to be thought of fondly long after our passing

[Frieda P]

Would be nice to be found on a dusty bookshelf one day, thanks Tate.

[Tate Morgan]

i agree it would be nice