A Poet Dies

A poet dies, but does not die, if he has left a line Black inked upon a lasting page or lingered on a mind.

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Joe Maverick

Date: 12/24/2011 6:55:00 PM

Enjoyed these lines Joyce, good thoughts to think; they inspire in me..)

Dan Kearley

Date: 12/20/2011 7:45:00 PM

So beautiful and true :o)

Jack Horne

Date: 12/20/2011 1:54:00 PM

I just love this one, Joyce. And, yes, so true - I think poetry is a form of immortality. So glad you liked the ecard. Many congrats on all your wins : )

Judy Ball

Date: 12/20/2011 10:35:00 AM

Wonderful thought here. We leave a bit of ourselves behind. I thinnk it's important to remember that no matter who we are we leave a trail wherever we go. A memory of our passing. How we are remembered is up to us. Wonderful thought penned here. Nice job. God Bless and Merry Christmas, JB :)

Bl Devnath

Date: 12/20/2011 2:50:00 AM

Thanks you have made poet alive, really loved it. Thanks for your comment on my write. bl

Darryl Davis

Date: 12/20/2011 1:48:00 AM

Immortality defined :-)

Robert Pettit

Date: 12/19/2011 10:54:00 PM

A poet can also be a "she" if she has left a line. Good two lines that say any writer is "immortalized" if the writer puts a black inked line on a page.

Red Fiery

Date: 12/19/2011 8:41:00 PM

Great lines :) ..It is imprinted on my mind and I do agree Joyce...keep up the gr8 wrk..