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.