Portrait Of A Poet Poem by Leaking Pen

When they hang my portrait
Does it mean I am dead?
People look into my eyes
And see the sparks of life
They wonder what am I all about?
Curly hair, Roman nose, Perfect eyebrows
They fall in love with my portrait
Their narrative takes over my silent ghost
They see dreams lost to their hopes
A still image frozen in time
I strike their inner core
With the vein of mortality
Yet as they gaze into my eyes
They seek immortality in my freeze
For here I am looking at them
Breathing their breath from deep within


Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
September 22,2012
Dedicated to Rupert Brooke