Dying Breed, Thriving Seed

What is poetry

Without heartbreak and tragedy

Emptiness and apathy

Shooting from a lover's soul

Regret and calamity

 

Who is the poet who doesn't know

The word's meaning and strategy

Or the story of lost romance

Meandering into forgotten identity

Is the poet one to speak of luck

Mingling with a rare naivety

 

Her heart remains unshattered

Without a crack, despite her years

No shards inject her sensitivity

A feature of relative simplicity

Yet unattainable as the sun warms the day

 

Allow it to thrive, this quiet anomaly

The last of the children

To grow up unbroken

Here the poet sits with these words

Not anticipating the toxicity

 

~(9/3/14)

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