the day
poetry died
an ordinary day
the words just quietly faded
away
they've all
gone, one by one
our prodigal poets
all we have left is the final
countdown
finding
friends on facebook
spacing out in myspace
following and being followed
twitter
they all
just up and left
so what are you doing?
obsessing with what's on your mind!
return
I say!
your inner self
share who you really are
sacrifice a few pokes and tweets
for words
yes words
savoured with salt
words that yearn to be heard
that emanate from deep within
again!
forget
what's on your mind!
tell me what's in your heart!
that is what you should be doing
please write!
No! don't 'forget what's on your mind'! We would like to hear that too. A brilliant idea, a thoughtful thought- these too make a poem most readable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm still here.I'm waiting for my Muse to return..Good poem..