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.

[icelandicblue]

Throughout history when a country is overthrown by a despot very often as part of the purge of the Intelligentsia poets are also killed. Poets have died many times around the world including the Russian Revolution, the Nazis and the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia. In fact it can be traced back 1000 years. Poets write but they can do it in a way that has double meanings and use metaphors that depict dissension. Just as the music has not died there will not be silence as long as poets possess their pens and voices. A very thought provoking piece, but poetry is never silenced for long.

[Frieda P]

Sheesh what an awful thing, I'd be the first to go with my big mouth....Thanks for your insightful thoughts Anne....

[icelandicblue]

Yeah well I don't think I'd last long I write about hating disney world in America NO LESS, I might as well say I find baseball boring and don't care much for apple pie (all true actually)...but here I can say these things and my snarky little poetry lives to sing another day and so do I.

[Frieda P]

Apple pie, seriously, isn't that like burning the flag in America? ha

[Frieda P]

Not to mention baseball!

[icelandicblue]

I know what can I say. I prefer chocolate cream pie or blueberry pie, apple just doesn't do it for me. I'm telling you when it all goes to hell they'll string me up first.

[icelandicblue]

I like soccer baseball is sooooooooooo boring.

[Frieda P]

You're right, you're getting stung up first Lol...

[Rita L. Sev]

A sorrowful day, indeed. The world would lose its very soul on that day... Beautiful melancholy here, Frieda...

[Frieda P]

So true Rita, poetry IS soul, thanks for your kind words.

[NeiL ArandA]

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that "poem"
Used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

And in the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day, poetry, died

[Frieda P]

*Laughing* here, what a great review! Thanks Neil. ;-)

[NeiL ArandA]

I ran out of words to say ... LOL beautiful piece Ms Frieda

[Frieda P]

Haha that was perfecto!

[Lyn Anderson]

The loss of love/the muse - the death of the poetry - a powerful analogy, and one that hits close to home for many.

[Frieda P]

Thanks KL, yes we all run into this on occasion.

[Vidya Bacchus]

If poetry had to die it would be when everything else also came to an end:)

[Frieda P]

I do believe that is true Vidya. Thanks.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You a elcome :)

[ZeniaK]

It would be a scary world, wouldn't it? If there was no more poetry... I don't think I'd care to live there, in a world without life like the one you described. From the poem you wrote, I imagine the world you described to be grey, lifeless, and monotone without pain and joy, which is much worse than none at all.

[Frieda P]

Can't even fathom it Zenia....thanks muchly.

[Dhaye]

Nothing is permanent here on earth. Everything changes. People change. We cannot hold everything in our hand forever. When someone is already tired, he would stop.

Nice music, so apt for your piece. I can relate to this. So emotional, Frieda. I'm carried away. LOL
Thanks for the share.

[Frieda P]

True, sadly Dhaye, thanks so much....

[Bri]

You've released some great emotions there, I really enjoyed reading this. It has a lot of feeling at the way you wrote this piece is really just beautiful.
Well done, friend.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Girl, jazz'd you enjoyed.

[Sami Khalil]

May your wonderful poetry never die or pass into oblivion but stay in our hearts and minds. This was so sad and one that sank darkly into our souls. Finality is a bitter pill to swallow...Another great write...:).............

[Frieda P]

Oblivion, bite your tongue Sami, thanks muchly. ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome, muchly...:)......................

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing description brought to life the emotion of sadness alive in the poem. Goodbyes leave us weak and wishing we had better endings. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

So true, thanks Coyote...