When a Poet Dies
When a poet dies, there is a silent night
One where the only light is moon and stars
Glistening through the hearts who are reminded
There is a peace that comes to life…………
As tears fall like liquid smiles, breathing grief
Into the night where the heavens seem to sigh
Breathing in rhymes who quiet the qualms,
Reassuring hearts that even though this soul has
Moved on, into the heavenly realm, where faith
Shows the spirit the reason for existing,…
There is, still, feeling that is so very real
When a poet dies, there is a word to be heard…
Feelings come to life, dancing despite the strife
Reminding that when he was alive, there was a joy
Inside those who knew his light – those who felt
His smile coloring their thoughts, their lives….
With the spirit that he gave to each heart, the spirit
So kind, so wise, so bright – the spirit of appreciation
And charm, perception and promise, the spirit…
Caught up with the One who brings every life its hope,
Every doubt its faith, every tear its comforting embrace.
When a poet dies, there is darkness that falls on the skies
Yet, on the inside, when a poet dies… there is a reminder
That this life gave each night – each dark – a light so alive
That only the wonder of his life could have inspired such
Amazing vibrancy – this poet, his life – shined a light…
So bright that not even the stars in the sky could contend
For the spot in the heavens where his light glows without end!
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
January 29, 2023
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