The day the poetry died...

there were no blue jays overhead

no meadows of swaying wildflowers

not a love note to be sung

nary a sigh in nectar'd wings flight

sad lyrics left its indelible indifference mark

melody of life's sweet arias gone tone deaf

dances on sunset's horizons sank darkly

moonlit kisses just a distant memory

the brass ring of life tarnished

that day you said good-bye~

the day the poetry died...

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, yes, when a love leaves us, the poetry leaves our lives. There is nothing lyrical about how we feel and we do not want to think in iambic pentameter or acrostics. After a while, it all comes back, but is it ever really the same? I don't think so. What a gorgeous song you chose to accompany your words. Great stuff. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

The same, no, I don't think so Lydi, once someone, something touches us, we're changed, thanks so much.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Yes, you want to crawl into the casket with poetry and say good bye. I know the feeling.

Regards,
Al

[TL Boehm]

poetry wont die for me. it just keeps rearing its monstrous head and spitting out all manner of bile. Maybe...maybe its not poetry.
Felt the pain in this. Deeply

[luviva]

Unimaginable but you have captured the intense sadness that that would bring to life! Actually thinking of it now I can't imagine a world with no poetry. Because everything is poetry. Music, life, dance, love everything. Nice read

[Anand Sehgal]

very sensitive write accompanied by apt narrative and images !
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Beautiful work, Frieda. I believe that this is the best aspect of poetry. It is a lifelong journey that we take with us into the ground.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Cord, nice to see you again...

[Diana]

I envision a living forest just laying down and dying.

"that day you said good-bye~

the day the poetry died..."- The death of a dream or wish, often takes the form of what we call "love." When that love dies so does a part of us. Aptly penned.

[Frieda P]

Exactly Diana, thanks so much...

[Rachelle]

Romance gone and what do we have left? Beyond romance there is a life to lead and live.

[Frieda P]

Thanks sweetbind, the romance is the icing on the cake...

[Shaun Payton]

Poetry doesnt die, it just changes with the toppling of emotions, but their always there, the love, the anguish, whatever it may be.

[Frieda P]

I'll agree with you there Shaun, thanks so much.

[Shaun Payton]

:) Most welcome Frieda

[Linda alexander]

beautiful poem, great narration, great vision

[Linda alexander]

well done, that is the day not only poetry but supple heart also died or became a mere anatomical organ with two atria and two ventricles

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your visit and review alex.

[Linda alexander]

You most welcome, keep going, my real name is Linda alexander, 42 yr old female with two teens

[Frieda P]

Welcome to the cafe Linda....

[Linda alexander]

Thank you, take care