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.

[Jack...]

Frieda, the beauty of your words are painted in sorrowed colors by the sadness this piece portrays. To lose poetic breaths because of the pain your heart lives is saddest of all. But I for one know that the brilliance that is your pen shines on all of us. Even in sadness a light finds our eyes and illumines our world for you are so very amazing. I love this poem, even in darkness your poetry finds me and touches my life.

Elton John, perfect. Piano players usually are. :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks Jack, you usually take my poetic breath away!

Ha, I concur on piano players dear. ;-)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

There seems to be a inner meaning in this piece...one of a personal nature and another for a list too many to write down...yet this can relate to every writer or artist of the craft of the written word...do we all fall one by one in the end...but what we leave behind never truly dies...only the physical image of those who left their mark in a different understanding...

[Frieda P]

There's always an 'inner meaning' to poetry, don't ya think Glen. Thanks for your kind words, nice to see you, hope you had a great New Year.