Kerouac Lives - 441 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 441
Rating: ★5.0
The poetry of my life
Written and spoken in blood
The ink had dried when I had died
Wednesday, January 8, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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KEROUAC LIVES series
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M. Asim Nehal
09 January 2025
Who know when pen will stop writing? Nice one my friend. Happy New Year to u and your family.
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8/29/2026 5:01:07 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
A Poet and his ink may cease to exist but his Poetry is timeless. His blood will always flow in his great Poetry. Beautiful and powerful poem on Poetry. It vividly depicts the meaningful life of a Poet.
Although known more for his novels than his poetry, some of Kerouac's prose and poetry is timeless! Thank you, Esteemed Poetess Friend!