Old Poets

Old Poets

 

Old poets never die

Nor do they simply fade away

They either write

Themselves into a corner

Or get written into history by

Someone else they say

Maybe a lover or a stranger

Who knows it matters not

I notice I am history from today

 

 

 

Reviews

[Beccy]

'The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on...'

Mhhh, perhaps so, but at least once writ, and regardless of which corner the poet scuttles off to, the words remain.

Beccy.

[Neville]

Thank you Beccy, sorry for the delay in responding, have been otherwise indisposed.... Hope you are both well, Neville

[Ardra]

our words are gift isn't it.. a true blessing to live and to feel alive even when we don't get to in real life...and maybe its the best gift we can have as we age to capture the memories...and to remain in hearts of the readers :)

[Neville]

Possibly my friend, you may well hold the gift of truth in what you have just gifted me here... Am so glad I found your words before checking out for a while... All Good Things and take care..... Neville

[sette]

there is a sense of recognition no matter how silent it can be it is an amazing gift bestowed to a person so cherish and use it to the fullest

[Neville]

how very true.................thank you Neville

[emmajoy]

People - whatever their work, don't have to be brash or startling headliners but - be felt perhaps and recalled at quiet moments when merely a comforting or inspirational glimmer of light's needed. Perhaps.

[An owl on the moon]

What a moving, reflective write. How the soul aches to go on, to live always in the words, the rhymes, the prose. And yes, how history starts at the end of each breath.

[Neville]

and what a delightful message you have left me to find after your very kind visit.. thank you my friend... Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think most of us will keep writing till we drop...maybe not as well as before, maybe better because of the influence of our own history and visions of what has been throughout our lives..
maybe the words aren't better as we age but could have a bit more wisdom.
j.

[Neville]

My guess is you are write jacob & in so many ways... thank you.... I will drink to wisdom any day..... N

[Stella Armour]

I don't know Neville, i think often out of sight is out of mind; old dusty books shoved into drawers, then sent to charity shop and then fire fodder...

Several wonderful poets i have known are not mentioned anymore... they seem to have faded away with time.

[Neville]

It happens, that is the nature of things.... bless ya Stella and true.... N

[Chris Shaw]

Good afternoon Neville. These words have great meaning for me as a fellow poet. My words are more important than anything else I own. I would like them to be remembered. I think you are saying the same thing. I want my poems to be read and enjoyed by family long after I am a glint on a snowflake. If anything I have ever written is remembered by anyone else, then it would be an added bonus. My grandchildren are custodians of my poetry and all three of them have told me they will take great care of it. Todays poem, becomes tomorrows history. I love your words.

Chris

[Neville]

Something else we have in common then... cheers Chris..... N

[Chris Shaw]

Have a nice evening Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

.......you too N