The Poet Poem by Cerulean Celyn

The Poet



Quickly now, before the light dies down
See how the poet becomes a meal to his dreams,
They swallow his bones without movement or sound;
(Taking care to browse his thoughts and settle there)
Filling head and heart with vague, short-lived things.

Quickly now, before the night advances
See his daily bread thrown in the corner there,
How his eyes are pale from giving second chances;
(And he captures the pity because it's free)
When he feels himself a little less aware.

Quickly now, before he makes his last toast
See how he bows to the empty air,
As he honors the life he used to know;
(If ever it was left from what his dreams severed)
And assumes his last daydream, his final stare.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allemagne Roßmann 07 September 2011

Magnanimous and magnificent write with shimmering brilliance of an impeccable journey that renders a reader contented though void what are those words that define your thinking here.Well done and well connived thoughts bulleted here.

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Cerulean Celyn

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