If I move from this place then the rhyme will be lost
like the dreams when you move from the bed. All the lessons
we’ve learned between slumber and light are the truths, never making
the pages of knowing.
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Alison, this is a marvelous poem and I so enjoyed reading it. Thank you.
The last few lines of your poem bear repeating: 'So while you are a poet who is still undead and the clocks on the walls tick around my longing Show me your pages that remain unread and bring light to these caves where my soul is crawling...' s
Warm and heartfelt tribute to living poets, who may withered soon as fallen leaves but whose deaths fertilize the tree of memories! Thank you for reminding, a 10..
It is refreshing to come upon a poem written in anapaestic tetrameter and you use it to great emotional effect in this impassioned tribute to your poetic muse. You have also used some highly original images which really challenge the reader. You're right, poetry can lift us from the darkest place and make meaningful a journey over the sharpest stones. It's also a 'mark' to leave on the word when we've gone. Excellent poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥