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a famous bard
by E T Waldron

Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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touring the home of a long dead poet
in the corner of his dream room
i see his smile,and the walls
papered with flowers, reflect
the light in his eyes

on a small escritoire is a
manuscript of his poetry
filled with the beauty of his mind
throbbing with the beat of his heart
soon to be published

it sits next the window that looks out
on the fields of wild flowers where
a lone tomb holds his remains
with four lines inscribed on it

"here lies the bones of the bard
whose soul is now in his book
which he never knew would exist
his now famous name known to all"


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Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain 10/22/2008

You have a rare gift for connecting with your readers - brilliant!!


Reviewed by m j hollingshead 9/21/2008
good one
Reviewed by John Leko 8/4/2008
...words to tender many a poetic heart...this sea of words we sail upon.
excellent and most beautiful Eileen...
Reviewed by Ed J. 7/31/2008
A sad truth to many of the great creative minds that died before their talent was known. Wonderful write.

Reviewed by Jon Willey 7/26/2008
once written upon the wind, never to be rescinded -- another poem with meanings to ponder, analyze -- great poem Eileen --Gods bless -- JMW
Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen 7/25/2008
rich with imagery and connectedness, eileen.
as always, masterfully expressed.
be well, poetess,
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 7/24/2008
AH!!!! so reminds me of the time we spent last winter in the hills and valleys of Dylan Thomas in Wales. To visit his home out of season and be allowed into his "private rooms" by the curator who was a personal friend of his children, was special. I just can't wait to see the new film about his mythical life, starring Kiera Knightly. There are those writers whose very essence keeps on creating and weaving through the mists of time and in the hearts and minds of all who are touched by them, well beyond the grave. Excellent! Kate xx
Reviewed by Bernice Lakota 7/24/2008
Lovely write, as they say the graveyards are full of untapped talent
Reviewed by William Bonilla 7/23/2008
I wonder if my name will ever be on that list
Of wanna be poets??? after I am gone???
Thanks for sharing
Love & peace be with you

Reviewed by Rose Rideout 7/23/2008
A shame you have to die to be a somebody. That breaks my heart although I have said a thousand times, my children will read my work when I m gone and wish they had read it while I was alive so they could tell me what it meant to them. Thank you Eileen for the sad truth.

Newfie Hugs, Rose
Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan 7/22/2008
lovely words!
Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 7/22/2008
A very hearwarming and endearing tribute as the writing of the soul lives on....

Be always safe,
Reviewed by Morning Star 7/22/2008
Beautiful tribute to the many Ancient Poets
But one that comes to mind that I love Shakespeare
And I agred with Michael Guy
Excellent write Eileen
Peace Love and Light...Morning Star
Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER 7/22/2008
Me thinks it's yours! Hugs! Jasmin Horst
Reviewed by Elizabeth Price 7/22/2008
I agree with Richard. This is a wonderful tribute to the anonimity of so many famous bards that left unpublished work behind. You never know. Excellent Liz
Reviewed by Michael Guy 7/22/2008
Lovely idea but: if it 'twere Shakespeare, he wasn't exactly a poor loner; and if it were any other of a few I can think of, somebody had to know his work or it would perish. Therefore the axiom: "publish or perish" - I would have chosen a musician, but how could there be such a thing?
Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper 7/22/2008
great example of starving artist Eileen, Van Gogh couldn't even sell a painting when he was alive, now his works are worth millions. And us poets, who knows? hugs
Reviewed by Theresa Koch 7/22/2008
Wonderful yet sad in a way
Reviewed by Shedding Light 7/22/2008
Poetry to a poet is his or her offspring ... the seeds left behind.

Harold M. Nash
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 7/22/2008
Poets are lived on in memory and their poetry, though who knew them alive...ed
Reviewed by Richard Orey 7/22/2008
Crazy, isn't it: Death is a launching pad.

Reminds me of the words of Kahlil Gibran in 1924:
"And ever has it been that love
Knows not its own depth
Until the hour of separation."

Well, nobody knows me now, so maybe there's hope for me in the future. Yeah, when I won't be around to give a damn! Maybe I could fake my death. Naw. My wife wouldn't put up with that.

Guess I'll have to be content living in darkness, my only illumination bathing in the light of such as E. T. Waldron.

A truly original write, Eileen. I loved it!

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 7/22/2008
Very good write, Eileen; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 7/22/2008
Would we become like that bard, our words on everyone's lips - from one famous bard to another, the ultimate in loving tribute - well done, Eileen!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

LOL at Jerry :)
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 7/22/2008
An anomality to the rule, after one hundred years nothing of his has been forgotten.
Long live to the poets that inmortalize the words etching them in the heart of the readers.

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope) 7/22/2008
A great tribute to a famous bard. Long after we die our souls shall remain in the lines of our poetry. GBQ

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