Poetry is not dead
You give life with your words
Then you dazzle me with your art
I dream, I woke, I thought of you
Your imprint is on my heart.
Some say you tell the tale of grief
And things that fall apart.
With love and peace and happiness
All written from your arm.
A poet is a zealous priest of things unseen with eyes.
Creating canvases.. my masterpiece is
Much proof you are alive.
Tell me can you tell me please??
The deceased can penetrate I..
And poets well ahead of me gifted beyond the sky
Poetry is NOT dead
Chelsea Rene Alford