O the day that humankind loses its poets,
Artists and story tellers, is the day that
It loses its childhood. For when bright dreams fade,
The world will be a much more impoverished place.
True future words to dread, but lets hope that death knell time is a long, long way off. It would be a drab, dreary and gray cultural epoch of a day for all lovers of the arts. And Dominic I believe it'll never arrive, There are too many great and original thinkers and poets and poetesses on this site alone, let alone the world in general with all its gifted, treasured artisans. Five stars and I wish you well good sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps Shaun, but there is also a great deal of dross which seems to increase exponentially from year to year; particularly on the internet. I think it is important to study poetry in depth and not simply use it as a form of self - expression without due diligence to form or structure. That's one of the reasons I have enrolled on a quality course. I'm always looking to learn more and improve my craft.