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No More Poetry
by Don Matley
Its all been said
In all the ways
In all the rhymes
In all the times
In dactyls and spondees
By bards and cards
In verse so terse
In lines so fine
All ideas and sentiments expressed
All the Muses finally at rest.
So why do I bother to pen this poem?
Why not put up my feet, never to roam
Trying to say something profoundly quick
In a world so tried,so fast and slick?
Perhaps because the ear is dear to me
And words on paper spoken are a symphony
Perhaps there is no rhyme nor reason for the pen
OK.no more poetry I am done.
Yet even then I dip the quill
And I am writing still!
01/06/2009 Posted on 01/06/2009
Copyright © 2025 Don Matley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/06/09 at 05:28 PM Works for me. Excellent, engaging voice and a really great last couple of lines. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/06/09 at 07:09 PM Good write Don. There is no doubt that there is not a lot that hasn't been said. Maybe it's the thought that we have a new angle, or new perception of the same old thing, or maybe we just need to get out the thought. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 01/07/09 at 03:28 AM perfection. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/19/24 at 01:51 AM Congrats on POTD Don!
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