Poets Gone to the Great Rest

Poets Gone to the Great Rest

 

They are

Gone

Yet

They remain,

In their words

That soothe

Our pain.

In our memories

Word pictures

Compose

Our imagination

In repose.

Their language

Stays,

It forms the

Grammar

And vocabulary

Of our days.

For them,

No composition

A tribute makes,

For in our redactions

Stare many mistakes.

But we are

In part,

Shaped by them,

We are

the better

for the craft

of their pen.

 

 

Simon C.J Falk   6 October 2016

 

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