A POET DIED

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Battered wings
Cease to fly
Eyes that fade
No longer cry
The purple hue
Of spirits flame
Flickers and dies
Circumstance explain.

The wandering soul
No fixed abode
Travels light
A story told
Within the pages
Of a long lost book
A poet died
A lingering truth.

Its scribbled word
Upon face of time
Upon steaming glass
Is lost the rhyme
The shadow drifts
Room to room
Your passing came
Far too soon.

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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem cast in short lines bleeds one line into the next with grace and good flow. It seems as if it is all recited in one breath. Well done and a fave

  • arqios

    That is a thought that means so much that even as poets die their poetry may linger on 🙏🕊️

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Norman, this is beautifully poignant. The imagery of fading wings, wandering souls, and forgotten pages creates such a reflective atmosphere, and the closing lands with quiet grace. A touching tribute and a wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

  • orchidee

    A fine write N.
    So it's come to this now? Drastic times. People kicking the bucket, waiting so long for that bus. lol.

  • Goldfinch60

    But the words will always love on Norman.

    Andy

  • rhmn_7

    Tragically brief life and the heartbreaking loss of a creative spirit. Nice poem nephilim!

  • Kevin Hulme

    Enjoyable Read. 'Your Passing came far too soon'. Could be Keats. Nice one.

  • Zellie

    Amazingg



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