Have you tasted a rainbow,
heard the sound of bravery,
smelled the color red,
felt anger erupting as a volcano,
thought of a caged bird as slavery,
seen bread as knowledge fed,
sensed your pulse in metered lines,
salivating to changes in rhymes,
sweat wet metaphors in bed,
spoke in images and signs,
drank emotion that climbs up spines,
when dead poets words were read?
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Nope
Sorry you haven't. Thanks for the read.
Still learning.
Aww, why's it only dead poets that seem to be famous?
Are we dead? Not sure? Was we alive last time we checked?!
Thanks Orchi. Yea I had my wife check but she said I'd been dead for years. The mortuary has already sent the bill and she said that the ashes had been spread long ago. So I asked why I wasn't famous if I was dead and she said that only the talented had that chance. Maybe the next time around.
It's a bit insensitive of we may meet someone after several years, and say 'I thought you were dead!' Ooh!
Life has many surprises and emotional sticks to hit us with, and yes I've seen and felt many of these. Fabulous fabulous 🌹
Reading your poems I know you have. Thanks so much for the read Teddy.
Our senses can become confused at times soren but all we see, feel, hear, touch and taste can bring so many differing wonders to us. Good write..
Andy
Thanks Andy it is out of that confusion that art come at times. Thanks for the read and encouraging words.
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