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Dead Poets
“Boys, you must strive to find your own voice.
Don’t wait! Break out!”--Robin Williams
DEAD POET’S SOCIETY .
A poet dies,
and we mourn
because
another voice is stilled,
suppressed,
silenced.
Yet other poets
can celebrate too;
poetics
are their legacy,
words live on,
passed-on poets
have souls that endure
Birdsong can be taped,
and played all winter, even
though singer has flown.
Glenn Buttkus
Quadrille
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub
10 comments:
This is beautiful and I am reminded of the poets we have lost in the journey.
I enjoyed this. Dead Poets Society is one of my favorite movies.
Nice!
I have heard it said that when a person dies a library of information dies with them! You have illustrated that well in you poem!
Glenn I very much like your quadrille. We do commune with those on the other side, by the poetic breadcrumbs they leave behind. I like to think they are still out there somewhere, enjoying the ups and downs of the living through watching us as well. Wonderful idea to play recordings of nature in winter months.
A stunning tribute to poets who have passed on but whose words we have not lost – just their physical voice. I love the senryu, Glenn.
Oh, I love those last lines. What a cool analogy. Words - and song - do live on.
This is wonderful and hopeful for all of us who want to leave something lasting when we leave...
Words do live on. I love the quote from the movie, which I loved.
Ka of Pyramids
Pharaoh's Soul
Artisans Hired
Do Sculpt Trump
Towers Inscribed
By One Word To Carry
on What
A Soul
A Stone
Without a Poem..:)
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