Poetry died today
words and rhymes, dried up
no one saw it coming
not a full, or empty cup
I stand here, at the headstone
the chiseled and etched designs
as no longer any purchase
crude, rude, or ill defined
The planes and trains no longer run
no autos on the road and street
humanity, burned up, and done
art ending, in defeat
Fare thee well, Lord Tennyson
greener pastures , Ms Dickerson
it wasn't the fault of anyone
so much as it was, of everyone
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
Poetry died today
words and rhymes, dried up
no one saw it coming
not a full, or empty cup
I stand here, at the headstone
the chiseled and etched designs
as no longer any purchase
crude, rude, or ill defined
The planes and trains no longer run
no autos on the road and street
humanity, burned up, and done
art ending, in defeat
Fare thee well, Lord Tennyson
greener pastures , Ms Dickerson
it wasn't the fault of anyone
so much as it was, of everyone
Just noticed a kind of poetic dearth on the site over the last week, prolly just my imagination :/
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