Poetry has died

Poetry has died replaced with raining madness cunning thoughts battered heart bickering minds the absence of simplicity a calming time the laughter of Amos and Andy reading of Langston Hughes the braising nesting belligerent from Ernest Hemingway mingling with this fondness of Robert frost the bold sassiness of Maya Angelo mastering the crafty sinking mental turmoil of Virginia woolf needing to die to be heard cradled beneath painful sighs of Emily Dickenson brillantly craving morbid hints of a pastel death blooming tangible lessonscovenant only by dramatic hues canvases Jane Austin's youth bestowing the missing pieces to caressing thought of the creative mind separating emotions embracing thee enchantment of the galloping Greek muses within a moment of silence poetry is simply no more