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.
Copyright © Terry L. Allen | Year Posted 2012
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