Where Do Poets Go
I went to the places
where the poets all go
There were so many rhymes
The going was slow
The sky had fluffy clouds
Reminding me of snow
The ground verdant green
had an emerald like glow
Metaphorically speaking
Under rocks I was peeking
to find fabled lions
who were brave and not weaklings
Instead I found several
innuendoes and puns
Much better I suppose
than violence and guns
Some places were tidy
Conforming and glad
Other doorways were darkened
Still good triumphed over bad
There were sunsets and storms
Silver linings and things
Knights on white horses
clever dragons with wings
Romance of the ages
Passion reigned supreme
Some had hidden messages
only their lovers had seen
Spaces and pauses
with inspiration in between
Some possessed erotic images
Extremely sexy but not obscene
So many places I ventured
Some far and some near
Poets traveling on thoughts
moonbeams and tears
I listened intently
so that I might hear
Gifts of imagination
the wisdom of years
Nothing is impossible
When expressed with a pen
The ultimate do over
You can go back once again
Or live another's life
Prince pauper or Queen
a hero or villain
a kind person or mean
So let us all travel
To where poets go
Travel quickly
or choose a journey more slow
bring along heartstrings
They will surely be played
Meet Shakespeare and Keats
and many others who stayed
Add your own verses
Immortality gained
Thoughts on white paper
Beautifully stained!
Dedicated to Anne Currin and Yanny Widjanarko two poets I miss.
Written on a February 24th 2016.
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