Rapt and attentive I hold their tongues,
pouring out with literary mastery
Through stanza, every word they hush
This is freedom
and though the din may fade in
I know they cherish
to wit to tongue
poetry in motion
.
Still it is despair
held prisoner in my throat
when these words lose magic
Empathies fade with the lost inspiration
and with the loss of the audience
death of the poet
.
The heart fails not by the offensive
but indifference clearly stated in silence
no applause but for the daily bores
matters given precedence
only in individualistic sense
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Reviewed by Linda Hill
Reviewed on July 10, 2003
~Excellent write Tyler...
I'll be reading more of
you. :)
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I'll be reading more of
you. :)
~~Linda~~