‘ …. Poetry, Beauty, Romance, Love…. are what we stay alive for……’
-John Keating
WHERE DO WE POETS GO Where do we poets go, breathing last? Emotive beauty of poetic persona floats with cosmic flow blinking, twinkling with sparkling stars in poetic glistening glance. Where do we poets go, breathing last? Charismatic charm of poetic persona glazes, glows on glossy petals of abloom flowers in soft poetic pleasure. Where do we poets go, breathing last? Pearly passion of poetic persona dances with little brittle ripples of flowing river in perfect poetic rhythm. Where do we poets go, breathing last? Romantic aroma of poetic persona blows with gentle breeze to freeze in wobbling dreamy hearts of lovers spraying fragrance in poetic ardor. Where do we poets go, breathing last? Sublime soul of poetic persona sighs, sympathizing grief-stricken broken heart lamenting on long-lost love with pristine poetic solace. 11/28/20 Second Place 'Where Do We Poets Go' Contest by Silent One.
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