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.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

My mother passed in October, 2009; and while we had no relationship whatsoever, the finality of her death made me feel this way. I literally didn't write for three years. It actually surprises me to be honest. I have found myself most afflicted by the death of those who have hurt me in the most profound of ways. In the darkness, I drown in the river of lost hopes, dreams, and wishes, the should-have-beens and the never-will-bes. Only by drowning can I cross the river and clamber onto the banks of the other side basking in the warmth of some sunlight references of remembrance.

There is life even in the dying. Sometimes, it just takes time to rise.

[Frieda P]

You touched me with your words Linda, your response is poetry, I know of loss also, no one can fully comprehend the depth of it's angst unless they've suffered through it, good, bad or indifferent, it's always affecting, you tugged at my heartstrings. Thanks for sharing your sentiments with me.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I share as I can with those whom I think will understand. Sadly, us poets seem to feel things to the soul; and we understand better than most.

[Frieda P]

Exactly what makes us poets I think...

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I whole-heartedly agree.

[Pryde Foltz]

sad lyrics left its indelible indifference mark
melody of life's sweet arias gone tone deaf

Yeah … it sure feel that way. Great write, Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Pryde.

[:o]

It sounds like a sad poem that may have to do with the loss of your sister. So very sad.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Lacey.

[Odysseus Wanders]

ah, i don't even want to think about it. Its pops into my thought once and while, what would happen, if my words, stopped 'raising' themselves up, from the depths...
Well, then the poet just writes about that then!!!! As you have wonderful done. Hope eternal. My poetry can never be taken away. Its impossible. But.... I can abandon it! And what a true betrayal that would be.
I love the poem. And these are my thoughts. Thanks:)

[Frieda P]

Thanks for sharing your thoughts here Terry & your review , muchly appreciated. :-)

[Tam Warink]

This is great, Frieda. I have only one suggestion. Drop the first line. Without the first line the rest builds, with a certain kind of suspense, toward the finale; the final line. It's very lyrical. I suggest you do another stanza or two and a coda. Then you would have a full-fledged song. Nice job! :)

100 sunset horizons

[Frieda P]

Only if you sing it for me Tam. ;-) I like your suggestion for the first line, not sure how to expand on it but I'll give it some thought. Thanks my friend. Oh, and I had to look up coda...who knew it was Italiano...

[Tam Warink]

Frieda, I have a voice that sounds like a cat strangling a canary. Your hands would jump to cover your ears by natural reflex. But, if you sight-sing, I'd be happy to try and set it to a melody line (in my spare time - hah!). ;-)

[Frieda P]

Believe me, it can't be any worse than mine, people want to strangle me when I sing...ha. ;-)

[Scott Metro]

Awwww...this is so touching..the surprise ending hit me.
This is so beautiful..!!....admiration for your heart Frieda.
I don't think any other words have been invented yet...

Scott

[Frieda P]

You're too kind Scott, you humble me with your words, thanks sweet friend.

[Scott Metro]

You deserve every ounce...!!!!
S.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A deep loss here really, scaling every emotion and thought, well done.

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille dear.

[Kimmie]

Elton John is amazing, he's my hero, ha! This is an absolutely amazing piece Frieda. Again, you have blown me amazing with your poetry. You write with such elegance. Well done.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Kimmie, yes he's one eccentric talent!

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Gorgeous and breathtaking as always. I found this poem to be intriguing not only its language but for the theme you're trying to convey. What Glen Yumang said was quite interesting, because I, too, felt that this poem deals with the loss of nature's song, the loss of love, and the loss of artistic or poetical inspiration, all which meld together harmoniously. Beautifully done!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Gleb, I'm so glad you found deeper meaning in this one....grazie mille!

[Baby Ricochet]

Mellencholic and sad. I'm all weepy now.

[Frieda P]

Awh you old softie....