Where Have All the Poets Gone
Where have all the poets gone?
eight months’ time passing and counting.
Seems long time ago, as we were thrusted
and stuck in a labyrinth waiting to exhale.
Poets, like me, went to Poetry Open
held in book stores, book fairs, café
lounge in restaurants or room in libraries;
where poets and poetesses got together
to read and listen to our own poems.
Sometimes we went to Open Microphone,
mixed with musicians, who played and sang
songs of different bands or groups or singers
or their own music or songs in different genres.
That was so amazing, seeing creativity
as well as artistry in motion, in action.
Poetry and Music together, beautiful!
I penned a poem “Music” and I sang the first
verse of “With A Little Help From My Friend”,
that I reworded, as introduction to my poem.
All these places I remember and recall.
At this time, these places are closed.
Where do we poets go now?
as the passion to write does not stop.
Now, I listen to music when I’m reaching
for my free spirit to write groovy,
funky, cool and whimsical poems.
I search for my soul when I write
deep, sensitive and soulful poems.
Poets are creative and find ways to figure
out what will inspire to write, pen, scribble
those poetic words or imagery we see.
Or what our imagination reveal or unveil
to stir up or get going to conjure a poem.
Where do we poets go at this time?
In our home, in our backyard,
in neighboring surroundings, where we see nature
for our imagination has no bounds.
11/27/20 Silent One Where Do We Poets Go? Poetry
Copyright © Marilene Evans | Year Posted 2020
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