How will we know when the end is nigh?
Will children no longer laugh?
Or birds forget how to sing?
Will the sun not bless the horizon one morn?
Or tides go out to not return?
What unimaginable thing might it be?
Will it be signaled by a terrible sound?...
Or but the terrible quiet of
Poets having nothing to say.
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Author:
Louis Gibbs (
Offline) - Published: May 30th, 2017 10:48
- Comment from author about the poem: A (somewhat self aggrandizing) tribute to the universal colony of Bards!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments10
I'm sure the poets will have the first , present and the very last word .
A thought-provoking read Louis - -love that final stanza which attributes to poets a mission of power..
Oh yes, of course, the end is nigh when your voice of poetry ceases! And will flattery get me everywhere?! heehee.
This is so simply drafted and yet packs such a punch - but poets will always have something to say even if it is silence. Now there's a starter for another ode. a superb write Louis
This is so simply drafted and yet packs such a punch - but poets will always have something to say even if it is silence. Now there's a starter for another ode. a superb write Louis
This is special.
Thank you all for your encouraging comments! I can't express how happy I am having found this wonderful platform upon which to share my work with all of you. I've found a home. Your kind reception is most appreciated.
I feel the same way. I have health problems which are reflected in my poems. The love and support has been extrodinary. Keep writing.
You too, my friend.
Poets will always be there, the muse is with our Spirit. Good write.
Well expressed in verse! - Raj, New Delhi
Thank you so much, Goldfinch and Raj! I truly appreciate your input.
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