The Old Poet

Her ink has dried, her stories spun
On distant shores, her songs are sung

Her words still dance, around the flame
Of burning memories, that brought her fame

Tho weak and frail, at this late hour
Her words of strength, still hold their power

Each time her verse is read aloud
Her converts gather, now quite a crowd

Knowing well, her time will end
Content, her words, we all depend






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02/25/11
7:53pm
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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That Archaic Poet Avatar
October 26, 2013 at 8:39 AM
Just kept wondering who "She" is, though I suppose that's irrelevant. Great rhymes; enjoyed this piece, Jimbo :)
Guzzi Avatar
July 18, 2012 at 4:12 PM
Sad one Jimbo! Congrad's again &2 how great! Light & Love
A   Avatar
October 2, 2011 at 10:53 PM
Dear James.. nice set of couplets... I suppose one can leave more than memories... An old poet I hope to be...thank you for sharing ..p.d.
Zzzzz Avatar
May 12, 2011 at 6:23 AM
Interesting write. It is tantalizing to think that our poetic works could live on long after we are gone, but we just don't know. Most of us will not be remembered beyond our own families. Such is life! Regards, Robert.
Borisov Avatar
May 9, 2011 at 5:20 AM
Magical and musical ) I love it. Nice to read you, James Oleg )
Mister Roboto Avatar
March 21, 2011 at 3:02 AM
J.M.G.- Sounds like someone I need to meet! ~JS Lambert
Dietrich Avatar
March 14, 2011 at 7:42 PM
I sure wonder who this old poet is. She sounds marvelous!!
Kendrick Avatar
March 2, 2011 at 2:32 PM
Enjoyed this one ...To only leave something that someone could hold onto ..Sara
Peranteau Avatar
February 28, 2011 at 5:07 PM
Each stanza dear poet, drips into the other, how faithful your dance. To mine favz if you mind not Sir. In mine favz; I can read at pleasure, and not trifle my mind with search. A pleasant write Mr. Goff ! much love, james
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February 27, 2011 at 11:42 AM
Jimbo, it really would be nice to receive such acclaim even if it comes in old age. Too often artists/writers die before their talents are recognized. Emily Dickinson's words "still hold their power," but she never achieved any fame until after she died. Still, I find strength from Dickinson's humility and humor and can always "depend" on her poetry to be uplifting. Missed ya, Hon. Hope you're well. Love, Carolyn
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