The day the poetry died
there were no blue jays overhead
no meadows of swaying wildflowers
not a love note to be sung
nary a sigh in nectar'd wings flight
sad lyrics left its indelible indifference mark
melody of life's sweet arias gone tone deaf
dances on sunset's horizons sank darkly
moonlit kisses just a distant memory
the brass ring of life tarnished
that day you said good-bye~

the day the poetry died...