The Daily Post Prompt: Dead Poets

They wrote of passion’s fire
Burning flames
Igniting across the sky
Or perhaps they placed
A more beautiful face
Upon her beauty
Delicate, wrapped in lace
A gentle hand kissed
A curtsy
And perhaps a waltz
We live through their words
And though it speaks
Of another time
Another place
We are alive
in the moment
we feel their lips pressed
upon our cheeks
we wear furled brow
when love is lost
tears streak
upon our cheeks
when the world
is cold and dark
and we stand
when the hero
fights for the oppressed.
We witness every word
every lapse of the tongue
every clapse of the hand
every sigh
and we understand
for though time
has carved the distance
between our backs,
we speak the same language
Dead poets
will never be dead
for they live on
in their words.

© Sumyanna 2016


Written for Poetry Month, 2016

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: flames


6 Comments Add yours

  1. Kavita Chavda says:

    You honestly write so so good poems.


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Oh thanks. I truly appreciate that 🙂 Made my day.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Kavita Chavda says:

        Welcome 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

  2. Delyn Merce says:

    Bravo, Bravo!! Gorgeous write!!


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so very much!


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