Ode to an American Poet..JDM

Visiting the cemetary of Pere Lachaise

My mind screams

Cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams

tempered by white fire of the most extreme,

wicked hues of golden purple streams,

wash over the barren and cold, erected mausoleums,

eternally dislocating their patrons freedom

Ancient Kings' and Queens' fold

sold in a morass of dark stellar cold.

Midnights gloom weaves shadowed doom on tales untold

chiseled in letters, stamped in bold.

Life and death separated by a bleak dash

animated works turned to ash



and poets.

No longer among

they are long gone

dusty,dry,breathless bones

Unpacked there hearts with words.

Leaving no stone unturned

questioning questions bound by earth

leaving sharp tipped answers draped in mirth.

No more didactic instruction nor

edification by virtuous percussion

Now we work all the night long on the word lathe

with insouciant faith

welding a devotional, emotional denouement.....

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loua 7 years ago from Elsewhere, visiting Earth ~ the segregated community planet

Nice word manner...

\Brenda Scully 7 years ago

lot's of emotion in there take it easy now...... but do keep writing, I love your work...

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I*n*v*i*c*t*u*s 7 years ago

Nice.. I think he lives on!

Michael Achilles 7 years ago Author

You win

damn Jim!

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