Eulogy to Poetry

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Eulogy to Poetry

Think in the morning
And poetry has died
What would you say to her?
First language and eldest daughter
I saw you in grains of sand

Your love trapped in wild flowers
I set the seas to your lips
And burned a thousand dreams
In your skies of velvet pink
I knew you as infinity of evolution

Guiding me to future hours
The trees cried flowers because of you
And the sun made songs of her Spring
You never know love of language
Until language is gone, like Sanskrit

An exuberance of many ways
To the say the same dear familiar things
Which to another generation, might be unknown
That’s poetry, a rare bird going extinct
That’s poetry, a strange magic being replaced

That’s poetry, the kind of book not published
That’s poetry, the kind of soul that can’t be bought.

6 thoughts on “Eulogy to Poetry

  1. Your friend there is right on you. The photos and art you choose are incredible. Some are haunting, but beautiful.

    I love this poem. I wonder how your mind work … you can write beautiful things even if you had writer’s block. I think we all have that from time to time … 🙂

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