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.

[Tai Ryens]

I thought I had spotted correlation between the writer's block and an event in the life of your character, and I especially delight in the fact that you depict the precise transformation from earth-shattering sorrow to general apathy and numbness, because that's the exact feeling that writer's block often accompanies, or at least in my case. Well done.

[Frieda P]

Always an intriguing review from you Tai, you make me look at my own poetry in a different light.

[s y e]

Poetry will die if you stop writing the amazing poems you do, Frieda. I loved the emotion, wording and imagery. The flow was perfect... do me a favour, don't ever stop.

[Frieda P]

Yay, you're here noodlebumble, thanks muchly sweetie!

[s y e]

Only for a while doll. Always my pleasure ♡

[Frieda P]

Don't be a stranger. xo

[s y e]

You know I couldn't be even if I tried! ♥♥

[Kimmie]

Do you see what I mean??????

[Troy Henson]

A thought provoking piece Frieda. When we leave our words may still linger in the ears and be seen in the eyes of those that have read us.

Nicely done.
Regards

[Frieda P]

Thanks Troy, glad you enjoyed.

[R. L. Hill]

My favorite piece of yours thus far, hands down. I LOVE this.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Quirklet, muchly appreciated!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I agree with what's been said here...kind of like what happened with Buddy Holly, the day the music died...

sometimes people are just so poetic to us...they are our muse in life...and when they die...the words die with them...

[Frieda P]

Exactly jacob, thanks for your kind words.

[Ahena MK]

Nice topic and writing... wonderfully crafted
ahena

[Ahena MK]

Nice topic and writing... wonderfully crafted
ahena

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Ahena.

[Leslie Philibert]

The good review below has got it right; two themes worked together, they complement and reinforce the poetic message. Like this too !

[Frieda P]

Thanks Leslie, jazz'd you enjoyed!

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

This depicts an emotion I've recently come to fear. It's a scary thing to give so much of yourself to someone and knowing should they leave, you will lose pieces of yourself. Great write, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Surrender is a scary thing. Thanks Travis.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

That it is, but I'm starting to think that's what makes it beautiful... not sure yet, still trying to figure it out. Lol

[Frieda P]

Ha good luck with that.... what else is there, really?

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

I guess you're right.

[Frieda P]

Of course, I"m a woman. LOL

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

No argument here! ;)

[Frieda P]

Smart man, you. ;-)

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Yup, you Jersey women tend to wise a man up. Lol