Poet, Speak! or forever be silent

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a poem is the funeral pyre
of pulsations, once exhumed
but now still present;
fueled by the flame of our
rue-filled memories

a poet is the gathering together
of thought and hope
that intermingle with the
burnished trim of
a late afternoon sky

and poetry is a dream
garbed in bilious words
whose raiment is laced
by meandering verse and
be-jeweled by barely parted lips:

It takes but a whisper
to free the wandering soul.



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Reviews

[LisaCarol]

I really enjoyed this. The message and the flow are excellent. Thank you for sharing.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Glad this poem was able to do that! Thank you kindly for your support 🙏🏻🕊️

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. This feels very alive.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks Thomas 🙏🏻🕊️

[.]

Ah this is so meaningful. I don’t know but made me feel a lot better somehow, this words has a great energy! Thank you for sharing.

[redd Brick Keshner]

I’m glad the poem could bring with it good feelings and buzz with energy as well. Thank you so much for letting me know🙏🏻🕊️

[—-]

This was a really interesting read. Love that opening line, and there’s something really perfect about this line ;

the
burnished trim of
a late afternoon sky

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks John, you are most appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️

[redd Brick Keshner]

Loved that line as well, it was inspired by Anakin’s funeral pyre among others that have an intense poetic feel. 🙏🏻🕊️

[K. Louis]

I really like the comparison of poetry to a dream garbed in bilious words..unique!

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thank you so much, sometimes poetry does feel like a waking dream and it’s words and lines like graceful curtains in a breeze 🙏🏻🕊️thank you so much 👍🏻

[redd Brick Keshner]

Happy World Poetry Day 2025🙏🏻🕊