Where Do Poets Go

~For all the tortured poets on the WC and beyond...

“Heaven deliver us, what's a poet? Something that can't go to bed without making a song about it.” 
― Dorothy L. Sayers

Where do old poets go to die

are we ever laid to rest

could our words live on

into the cosmos for posterity

Old dusty book shelves our castles,

our pen the sword that exults us

Prose and rhyme that differentiate us from the masses

we the thousands that have won no accolades

only our peers to love our treasured words,

have signed no contract other than

the blood we've shed through our written word

will each tear, joy, delirium, every ounce of sweat

that has stained our poetry

metaphorically be our fortress in the sky

will we live on in the eyes of  those who dare to follow

to tread in our pages as we have those who came before us

“I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled [poets] to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.” 
― Socrates

Author's Note

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Reviews

[TL Boehm]

I think the saddest thing I feel at times are my unread words. Especially here amongst my peers. I just sent an RR out on a poem that has been here since May. Its not a great thing but it has a place in my heart. And its never been reviewed.
Its part of the reason I review as much as I do. Because we poets - we are our words.

[Frieda P]

Tammy you break my heart, I don't think I have that in my RR's, of course they've run amuck...you're brilliant, so sorry you feel that way!

[TL Boehm]

RRs multiply when you aren't looking. Like watered mogwai.

[Frieda P]

Oh I know, I can't keep up....send it to me in a PM, I looked and couldn't find it on your page.

[Antoñyo]

Possibly the best on writers I've written recently, and into the favs it goes

"our pen the sword that exults us" / "Prose and rhyme that differentiate us from the masses"

Lovin these lines! The truth is so redeeming

[Frieda P]

Wow Antonyo, you humble me with your kind words, thanks so much.

[Androglossia]

Mine pages are stained with dirty sweat because my palms are naturally clammy and drippy:D But I guess what matters most is the soul, because whatever kind of soul a poet has is gonna reflect on his writes. And when a poet goes into nothing, those who ramain is going to identify the nature of the poet through his words. It's been a while so I have a tendency to be a little far off, lol.

[Frieda P]

Wow have missed you Maryanne, you're working way too hard my friend.....you're not off lol I think we can most certainly tell a poet by their words, thanks for your insight :-)

[C.E.Grey]

Wow. That was absolutely beautiful and expresses a truth that only poets really understand. You my friend are a master of prose and a poet I look up to immensely. :)

[Frieda P]

Nice to see you C.E. thanks so much for your gracious review. :-)

[C.E.Grey]

It's nice to be back. As always the gratitude flows more toward your direction :)

[Jack...]

Frieda, you ask a question I am more than certain all of us ask at one time or the other, the only difference is, you do it so beautifully. Your words are like music, soft flowing rhythms so sweet flowing through the air. I love the basis for this poem and the fact that somewhere inside I know you wrote it for all of us. I truly believe all we can hope for is that opur poetry touches someone and maybe helps them through a difficult situation and brings a smile to their face or better yet, inspires them as you do me. Amazing my sweet friend, simply amazing.

[Frieda P]

I agree with you there Jack, we think we're so different from one another, but in all actuality we're much the same, especially us quirky poets, we purge our souls in our words, I guess that's why we're misunderstood by the rest of the world...thanks so much my dear friend.

[Angi]

Ha! That captcha says it all, eh?? Beautifully done, Frieda. My pages are stained with plenty of tears and a little sweat, too. Probably quite a bit of spilled wine (whine), too! Ha! Angi~

[Frieda P]

No doubt Angi, a lot of wine (whine) ha....thanks, those captchas are on the money sometimes!