The Poet

By M Morgan

he will go away! ! ! !
they say
with open palms
under the rocks

He will go away! ! ! !
They proclaim

swirling over themselves
chanting
with stretched fingers over his gold

lurking through the shadows
the indefatigable poet writes
~still~

your hands shooting words
going away
defenseless

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Published on Wednesday, April 17, 2013. Filed under: "Graphic Art"

Author's Note:

I see the people dancing, in a ritual of ignorance. And that poem is for us, Poets!

Comments on "The Poet"

On Thursday, April 18, 2013, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...Moses was given instructions from heaven, carved in stone, & the people didn't care for what was written. so it is today. your poem made me think abt that...
On Thursday, April 18, 2013, M Morgan (198) wrote:

And the dance of death going on. Who cares about that. Justice, beauty, love and respect. We care. Let the people dance your ignorant dance. But dont try put us on this level. Thanks Poet
On Wednesday, April 17, 2013, dwells (4177) wrote:

Got that right girl, what do they know anyway? Good one, thanks!
On Thursday, April 18, 2013, M Morgan (198) wrote:

They no nothing and try to put us in a wrong place. No. We are more than that. We are poets. We make the people think. We give beauty, hope, tears. Who else does this.
On Wednesday, April 17, 2013, RubyXero (481) wrote:

I really liked this. Even the picture how the hands are placed shows determination. Very nice piece
On Thursday, April 18, 2013, M Morgan (198) wrote:

All the efforts, work, feelings that we, Poet, do is determination and courage. That no one has but just we. We change the word .