Daniel Brick

Gold Star - 14,052 Points (June 10,1947 / St. Paul MN)

After The Poet's Death - Poem by Daniel Brick

His poems refuse
to mourn his passing, they
detach themselves from
books, magazines, wall hangings
and float freely
in the fair summer air.

Their refusal to mourn is
steadfast. 'He's just changed
his address, ' one of his
first poems says to the new
lyrics. 'He's done this before,
searching for a better place to live.'

'And we always go with him, '
pipes a small poem, barely
audible, maybe not
completed, hardly a poem
at all. 'We are all of us
pieces of his soul, ' booms

the lordly Epic Poem
of 24 cantos. 'We must
catch up with him, restore
his soul to wholeness, then
together, all of our words
linked, all of our sentences

looped around each other,
we will be the ONE POEM
he always claimed
to be writing.' Murmurs
of approval for Epic's speech
crescendoed over the meadow,

into a harmony of voices that
was almost musical. 'Excuse me,
oh, pardon me.' From way in back
where the sequence poems
had clustered, Sonnet XIV
was coming forward. He

squeezed through a group
of illustrated narrative poems,
and eased himself past
the pastoral poems, reclining
on the yellow-green lawn.
Lacking the familiar support

of sonnets XIII and XV,
XIV was unsure of himself.
Epic graciously steadied him,
and introduced him to the assembly,
'Dear friends, ' he began softly,
'we sonnets were with him for hours

yesterday. He was reading
us to his three children. It was
the happiest afternoon! He read
sonnets by the two Rossetti's, brother
and sister, his favorites. Then,
just as the sun dipped and lights came on,

something happened. He suddenly
collapsed.' XIV breathed deeply.
'We watched as two of his childen
covered his face with a blanket.'
For a long moment, it was
just the green air of summer.

Then an immense cry
sliced the greenness, and it bled
grief over all the poems.
The Elegies, whose gray eyes
had held little hope, were
comforted by a volume of

haiku. Pairs of Love Poems
embraced fiercely to crush
grief before it could
propagate. Drinking Songs from
the Chinese laughed harshly and
poured more wine. Wisdom Poems

fell into stunned silence. The other
sonnets joined XIV and they all
bowed their heads. A straggle of
Free Versers assembled, reciting
OUT OF THE CRADLE, ENDLESSLY ROCKING.
They sheltered the small poem, confused, bereft.

It was dusk but no shadows
obscured the outlines of trees,
bushes and flower patches. The sun
had withdrawn, but left behind was
a spiritual glow, suffusing all
with yellow-gold, an unasked for grace

welcomed nonetheless for beauty's sake.
A procession had quietly formed
on the furthest margin of the meadow.
Prose Poems, from his last published
work, carried and pushed a huge
covered arch. They were silent,

except for a choral hum, which other
poems joined as it gathered them
into the procession, making it more
spacious and resonant. A smiling Epic
and the sonnets understood suddenly
what was happening, and joined

the Prose Poems, who welcomed them.
Together, they braced the arch
and removed the cover. Cheering
resounded across the meadow. Then,
in perfect silence, the poems
crossed the threshold, and entered

the open arch. Sonnet XIV paused.
'You see, he is not dead. He
lives in all of us. We are his
life eternal.' Then he too
disappeared within, as did
every poem, quietly entering -

THE COLLECTED POEMS OF - - -


Comments about After The Poet's Death by Daniel Brick

  • Gold Star - 27,854 Points Edward Kofi Louis (8/31/2015 6:55:00 AM)

    Graciously steadied with the museof life. Thanks for shgaring this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,448 Points Akachukwu Lekwauwa (5/27/2015 5:59:00 PM)

    What a poet you are Mr. Daniel. You are a stand out! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,882 Points Sally Plumb Plumb (5/14/2015 1:10:00 AM)

    Great work... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,014 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (4/29/2015 3:09:00 AM)

    When poets die
    Their poems fly
    Into eternity they subside
    And in our hearts reside...........

    Great thought provoking poem of yours Sir....

    I have written one on a poet (who unrecognized while living) who was given a state funeral. I invite you to my page too for your valuable comments please...... (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 597 Points Simone Inez Harriman (4/23/2015 5:09:00 PM)

    Daniel your poem is absolutely breathtaking. You are truly a great poet. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,604 Points Frank Avon (4/14/2015 5:47:00 PM)

    I've been trying to enter this comment on this poem since February, I hope it works this time:

    Once again I must comment on this poem. Many good lines, some I would like to quote, but what I want to focus on - the most amazing quality of the poem - is that the poet sustains his figure of speech so long and so well. The secret, I think, is his masterful handling of the line. Continually, the lines marshal us forward, each leading naturally into the other. There are no stumbles, no halts, no dead ends. Whether enjambment or end stopped, each line sustains a natural, almost conversational tone, yet many with sharp images and pithy epigrams tucked within. The Lordly Epic, the one who recognizes that all the poems are pieces of his soul, explains his method quite accurately: together, all of our words / linked, all of our sentences / looped around each other.... It's this linking and looping that this poem demonstrates so well.

    Oh, not a fan of prose poems, I sorta wish some others had been the ones to instigate the final march - maybe found poems or simply 'Lines.' I would have liked to see Light Verse sneak in around the edges, chuckling amid its tears, even on this solemn occasion. (Have you ever been to a wake where mourners did not find a time to laugh heartily at some story about the deceased/) And I wish to hear 'farthest margin' rather than 'furthest margin, but the quietly triumphant realization of Sonnet XIV that 'he is not dead. He / lives in all of us. We are his / life eternal, ' echoes appropriately Lordly Epic's initial insight. Somehow, it seems just right that Epic and Sonnet would be the ones who articulate the common sentiment, what often is felt but never so well expressed. And the skill of the Sonnet's enjambment crowns the delicacy of the poem as a whole: with he and his being humbled at the ends of their lines, only to emphasize and focus attention on lives and eternal life. (I need italics here and don't know how to access them.) he / lives; his / life eternal. What more could any poet - anyone - hope for? To live eternally in his lines, to be lost (and found/saved) in his 'collected works.' (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,526 Points Amitava Sur (4/11/2015 8:46:00 PM)

    A lovely imagery you drew in this poem with your emotions and thought..You were flowing eloquently with expressions. Thanks for sharing your feelings.

    You may read my poem After the end (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 372 Points Diana Van Den Berg (3/15/2015 7:31:00 PM)

    What chance that I happened upon you here, having just heard of you and the other 5 in the last few days from Galina! I love this poem, Daniel - a most unique and imaginative way of expressing the truth - whispers of Longfellow's beautiful 'Dedication'. I know your poem is a happy poem, but its sensitivity had me in tears, especially when I got to the end and discovered that the poet was you. The dénouement was indeed a perfect and clever climax and superbly brought to a close with panache. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 430 Points Avinash Nair (2/2/2015 4:47:00 AM)

    A very witty and indeed an interesting poetry, composed in an excellent style. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 40,789 Points Roseann Shawiak (2/2/2015 12:25:00 AM)

    Amazing and heart felt poem, Daniel Each poem is a puzzle piece written during a poet's life, after his/her death a beautiful picture fills our minds with their memory. Sparkles of creative ability fell into my mind as I read it! Really an amazing write, I love it very much. You have done a perfect job of writing the death of a poet, as his legacy continues to live on. Another 100 - 10's! Thank you, RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 40,789 Points Roseann Shawiak (2/2/2015 12:24:00 AM)

    Amazing and heart felt poem, Daniel Each poem is a puzzle piece written during a poet's life, after his/her death a beautiful picture fills our minds with their memory. Sparkles of creative ability fell into my mind as I read it! Really an amazing write, I love it very much. You have done a perfect job of writing the death of a poet, as his legacy continues to live on. Another 100 - 10's! Thank you, RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,604 Points Frank Avon (1/16/2015 1:57:00 AM)

    This may be you most inspired and your most inspiring. What I needed right now. I shall let this be my last reading for the evening. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,251 Points Patricia Grantham (12/30/2014 6:41:00 AM)

    An excellent and enthralling write filled with the emotions of
    poetry and the poets death. You covered this subject very well
    and with good details. Poetry lives own long after the poets demise.
    truly enjoyed your write expressed so well. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,433 Points Galina Italyanskaya (11/20/2014 4:08:00 PM)

    An interesting poem, Daniel!
    People leave us, their bodies come back into the earth, but their thoughts, feelings, some part of their soul stay with us. And maybe it's true that pictures, music, writings are like their children - another form of memory, not genetic but sometimes it lives even longer than DNA. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,995 Points Paul Sebastian (9/17/2014 10:33:00 AM)

    I was entralled with your write. Read it a few times to dring in the beautiful wine! True, Daniel, poets live forever through their poems. All poets contribute their heart-written words, each painting a part and there is no fishing end of the picture. Generations will read and savour each verse penned by the poet. Contribution of wisdom, beauty, joy....happiness. Such are poets! Thank you so much for your poem. Just loved it! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,090 Points Abekah Emmanuel (9/6/2014 3:07:00 PM)

    It takes great minds to compose styles of poetry such as this one. I like your choice of words and the enjambment. Carefully and wisely employed. keep up the good work! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 671 Points Sana Hernandez (8/14/2014 11:13:00 PM)

    Your use of conversation in your poetry never ceases to amaze me, Mr.Daniel! This poem; however, was very heart touching. To a poet it'd be heart caressing, I'm sure. As it beautifully and accurately describes the eternal bond between a poet and his poems. Your personification made it almost magical, certainly intriguing.I loved every bit of it! Especially the rollercoaster emotions that came with each poem.No mourning, then love, then laughter, grief etc.All so quickly, like a lighting bolt of inspiration.In short, your poem was absolutely stunning!
    -SOH (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,251 Points Piyush Dey (8/13/2014 10:25:00 PM)

    simply marvelous. this heart touching poem had a unique love, humor and sorrow in it.
    loved this beautifully expressed verse a lot. enjoyed! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,282 Points Nika Mcguin (8/12/2014 11:43:00 AM)

    Would it be weird to say best funeral ever? lol. On a serious note though, this was amazingly creative. You have such a way with painting a scene, always choosing the most striking and eloquent words. I think this is something all poets - all writers - can agree on. Our poems take on a life of their own, because they are tiny bits and pieces of our souls.

    *Bravo*
    Nika~ (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,546 Points Marie Shine (8/12/2014 9:36:00 AM)

    Wow! Thought I'd never get to the end of this write, Daniel! What a marathon! I feel that your wonderfully crafted poem is relevant to all writers. We live on through out poems in a sense after we pass. Each is like a little piece of the jigsaw, when they all fit into place, the character of the writer is revealed. Beautifully expressed, with the smoothest flow, I enjoyed reading very much. Thank you for sharing, Daniel. Blessings... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 7, 2014



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