Terry L. Allen Poet Free verse

The Life of a Poem

A glimmer of thought 
a bright shinning view
a way to present
     something old
     something new.

With liquid pen of color
 and by a poetry lover
a description soft or bold
is brought into view.

It sits on a page
a poet's work of creation.
It's quality and summation
justly decides it's station.

In a book on a numbered page
it will sit through out the age.
Just another poem in another book
the poets wish is for you to look.

With fear and trepidation
comes the words that all poets do fear.
(This book is out of print as of this year.)

Now to archive and dusty book cases
the end of reigh is near.
By happenstance and twist of fate
some are resurrected.

Oh how we pray we stand the test of time
in order to be selected.
With the passing of time and life's changing view.
The old must now give way to the new.

Now poems of yesterday don't pass away
they just pass from view.
They slip into the sea of past history
seldom to see the light of day.

Not dead or alive they just linger.
Their job they have done
they have paved the way

for what is yet to come.

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Diana Mohammed April 15, 2012 at 12:14 AM It's true Terry... I like 'Their job they have done'! ... Each has a job and that's the most important thing... Thanks for sharing ... Love Diana Terry L. Allen April 15, 2012 at 2:09 AM Glad you enjoyed the poem. Thank you for your reviewing it for me. Best wishes for the day Diana. Huggs TLee

Anne-Lise Andresen April 11, 2012 at 10:33 AM Well done Terry, You have already written it,and I am totally agree with you.There is alot of poem about: death, depression and our lord.....agree. - oxox love Anne-Lise Terry L. Allen April 11, 2012 at 11:30 AM Have steak too many times and it becomes no better than hamburg. I find this kind of poetry so refreshing after reviewing poem after poem about the same thing. I thought you would understand. Huggs lady catch ya later.