The pages waits silently
For the pen to caress it's soul
The pen and ink sit to one side
Expecting to be bold
One cannot work without the other
If the poet is not at hand
The blankness of the page
Seems so barren and so bare
We mourn their loss
Weeping with broken heart
And bleeding souls
As we read the legacy left behind
To be remembered and revered
Of the words that they penned and brought to life
Laughter, Joy and sadness all rolled up in one
We honor those that have left this realm
We pay homage to their work
They are the poets that live on throughout the coming years
And live here within our hearts
As we pay homage to our peers
What a lovely legacy to have the written words traverse through time and touch the heart of someone new...I loved your well inked write. PEACE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely tribute to our fellow poet friends.......... But they don't really die..........their poems make them immortal! ................. A great write.......