Poetic Creators

We share our every thought, 
with the endowment of ebb and flow.
A sculptor will undoubtedly sculpt,
until at length it becomes time to go.

Our creations become our legacy, 
to be read every now and again.
Those foundations become eternal, 
with the dominion of paper and pen.

Words will need to be read,
like our lungs demand every breath.
Imagination, chaos and order,
provides us life and delivers our death.

Whether or not you prefer the creator,
their order of words, have been set in stone.
We will always have one thing in common,
once they are read, we are never alone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Eslinger Avatar
June 10, 2023 at 7:27 PM
Hi Mark! This is a manificent poem! So insightful! I think i’ve tried to author poems saying close to this, but, sadly, using x3 the # of words. haha…i especially relatd to stanzas 3 & 4. Finding PSp & making friends of hese poems by their authord saved my life 2 yrs ago. Not alone. — glad to be getting to know you. sally
Goldsmith Avatar
April 30, 2023 at 12:59 PM
I enjoyed your write/ending. I say, "I do not have blood, I have ink." I wish you would write more. Have a great/blessed day writing away........................
Koplin Avatar
April 30, 2023 at 1:22 PM
I appreciate that Paula, have a beautiful day my friend!
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