Tragically, A Poetic Death

Tragically, A Poetic Death

A Poem by Savannah Bly
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Wouldn't that be?

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Tragically, A Poetic Death
I can't imagine
Not being able to read
Or to see words on a page
And form pictures in my mind
Because it's beautiful and poetic
I can't imagine
Not being able to write
To see my words written in real time
And to watch pen bleed against paper
Because it's beautiful and poetic
I can't imagine
Not being able to breathe
Losing these two parts of myself
I'd be a suffocating poet imprisoned in mind and soul
Wouldn't that be, tragically, a poetic death?

© 2014 Savannah Bly


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This one is sad, Savannah. We all grow old with time. I pray I will still be able to read and write until they close my eyes and pull the sheets over my head. I like the metaphor of breathing as to writing, because for a writer, it is the truth. Nice write, my friend!

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Savannah Bly

10 Years Ago

Thank you!



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Strangely calm. I don't know why, but this piece conveys sort of a comforting feeling to me. Great writing! :)

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Savannah Bly

10 Years Ago

Thank you!
Devesh

10 Years Ago

You're welcome :)
It would be a poetic death ! haha .. love how this describes the way I feel about writing. it's not just writing, it's so much more. great job, as always !

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Savannah Bly

10 Years Ago

Thank you Matilda! :)
Don't die with your music and your words still in you as Wayne Dyer would say. Nice poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Savannah Bly

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much! :)
Relic

10 Years Ago

You're welcome Savannah.
wonderful piece, great construction of the poems premise...fine poem :-)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Savannah Bly

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much! :)
This one is sad, Savannah. We all grow old with time. I pray I will still be able to read and write until they close my eyes and pull the sheets over my head. I like the metaphor of breathing as to writing, because for a writer, it is the truth. Nice write, my friend!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Savannah Bly

10 Years Ago

Thank you!
This is a great poem keep up the great work thank you for sharing your poems keep them coming

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Savannah Bly

10 Years Ago

Thanks Melissa! :)
melissa

10 Years Ago

Your welcome
I loved this :) great write :D

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Savannah Bly

10 Years Ago

Thank you!
Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot

10 Years Ago

Your very welcome :)
I think if a poet couldn't write or read they would die so yes it would be a poetic death very well done and I think none of us would be able to live if we couldn't read or write

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Savannah Bly

10 Years Ago

At least no writer could live...Thank you!
Kamari's

10 Years Ago

Haha. Very true i for certain would go mad
i couldn't imagine my mind being imprisoned, and losing those two privileges ....yes, can't imagine, that would be more tragic than being put to death literally.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Savannah Bly

10 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob, I agree!
Poetry is life and it gives more life in return. It will really be a poetic death like you say. A marvelous write...)............

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Savannah Bly

10 Years Ago

Thank you Sami for your review!! :)
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)......................

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Savannah Bly
Savannah Bly

Wichita, KS



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Hi, my name is Savannah. I am originally from the West Coast but live in Kansas now. I love to write and I love to read; one of my current majors is Creative Writing. I have a blog I am restarting soo.. more..

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