Bill Cantrell

The Death Of A Poem - Poem by Bill Cantrell

I do not fear the death of a poem
Nor the circling dread that removes all traces of the pen
Obscurities are the tombstones with no names,
Ever devoured by the abyss of change,
Poets of long ago.
Ageless words have become too heavy
For the loudest of echoes to carry
The song of the cicada will come to an end,
She lets go and falls in death
Leaving her offspring to sing their own song
Yet for a short while, her voice was heard,
And oh how beautiful it was
Yet, she did not fear the death of a song,
For time demands that no song remains the same!
And we are powerless to change her,
She bores quickly,
She cannot be charmed.
But even at this,
I do not fear the death of a poem,
And I do not resist her
For we do not write to impress,
Nor do we dress our words for a place of rest,
For flowers to be placed by those left behind
The poet seeks not to hold a pen of gold
But to touch hearts of flesh.
Thus, we do not fear the death of a poem.

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry

Comments about The Death Of A Poem by Bill Cantrell

  • Annette Aitken (2/11/2017 9:08:00 AM)

    I am a great admirer of the way you write and this one has drawn me into the relm of fantasy, of the birds song and the changing tunes, as we all march to a different drum beat. The title is superb.
    Annette ;)
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  • Judith Blatherwick (2/3/2017 2:07:00 PM)

    Such a wonderful poem. I don't care what happens to my poems once I am dead. I will be dead so I won't know anyway. I do like them to have a good home while I am alive. Daniel Brick wrote a fantastic poem about poetry after the poet has died. I can't remember what it is called, but it is worth looking for. (Report) Reply

    Bill Cantrell (2/3/2017 3:12:00 PM)

    Thanks Judith, I looked it up...after the poets death, it was awesome! Mine is more of the poem losing its moment and being quickly forgotten, I see some with literally thousands of poems, my poems I grow tired of very quickly but I always feel a desire to keep writing. I guess it's it's my release for the given moment.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 3, 2017

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 4, 2017

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