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Seeking words of poetry..............a Poem

Updated on February 9, 2016

They wrote by the dim candles and quiet dusk of evening
and in the early promise of a new day
to write their only possession in life
the heart the and soul and what they'd say

Poe and Dickenson and Brown
sat selflessly aside the lines as they slept
I imagine the ladies too.... how I'd love to have
held them each as they wept

Yet I feel a poets words must all come to an end
each of us alone might know
like the ends of a day or the calming storm
a wind to no longer blow

And do I feel my own as well and yes I believe
there comes a time
when all the words settle nothing within
of the heart nor of this mind

Or perhaps the words have earned their keep
and just what may come is best
the poets not lost the will to live yet
the arm that holds the pen can rest

Will I sit patiently or not in shadows of turning pages
as lines twirl and dance like the child within
until a day comes again to know
was poetry but just a selfish sin

And if not then what do poets do when they're done
when there's nothing left to say
but to go again out into this life
out into a brand new day
seeking
seeking
seeking.........





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      ahorseback 20 months ago

      Jodah , From you that comes as such an honor , I think we will be fine ,Thank you !

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      ahorseback 20 months ago

      Hi Ruby , I believe , I believe ! Thank you

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      John Hansen 20 months ago from Queensland Australia

      A very thoughtful poem Ed. I hope that when my time has come to lay down my pen I can write one last epitaph that I will be remembered by. Hopefully that is some ways off, and for you as well.

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      ahorseback 20 months ago

      phdast , Oh no snow ! Thank you Theresa , Stay home , start he fireplace and a bottle of wine !

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      ahorseback 20 months ago

      MsDora , Thank you dear lady ! I hope so too .

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      ahorseback 20 months ago

      Eric , thank you kind sir !............:-]

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      ahorseback 20 months ago

      By the way the horses are at a riding ranch in my favorite place in Montana , the paint to the rear is mine , he is Chief !

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      ahorseback 20 months ago

      CrisSp,, I know that ! I hope the beauty of the skies are always yours my beautiful friend !.......:-}

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 20 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Poets never die they just float away and still words are swirling within. Beautiful poetic pondering..

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      Theresa Ast 20 months ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      Beautiful, Ed. So lyrical, thoughtful, pensive, and again beautiful. Big flakes of snow today, unusual for Georgia. Blessings.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 20 months ago from The Caribbean

      "Perhaps the words have earned their keep." They very often have more influence than we imagine. Hope your last words are way in the distance.

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      Eric Dierker 20 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Wow is that heavy. Sometimes I wonder about such things. In the end there is not so much a struggle as a resignation in peace. Perhaps a bit sad, but then again.....

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      CrisSp 20 months ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

      Oh my goodness Ed! We seem to be in sync in posting our thoughts my dear poet. And, I love those beautiful horses.

      Love and twinkle from the sky~