Dear Lost Poet … A Tribute
Intro…
“Why are there so many poets in the World…
I once read somewhere
…And yet so little Poetry?”
Fellow poets… where did the poetry in our hearts go?
The Lost Poet
I have heard it said
That poets are lovers
Everything inspires them
That the bite of cold on their skins on a cold night invokes nostalgia
That dull clouds…. just moving about in their business…
To a poet speak a cosmic language
That the poet hears the song of the clouds
Whether they be happy or singing a dirge
Whether they be heartbroken or dancing in love…
A Poet would hear… because
A Poet’s Heart is alive
Thus
When they see that bird flying…
Or that sparkling brook bubbling away in the wilderness
The Poet hears Amazing Grace … “how sweet the sound…”
The Poet ‘hears the brook’ … and ‘feels the gentle breeze’
So what happened?
Dear Poet
That there’s so little poetry now …
Where did your poetry go?
Dead Hearts
Dead hearts
Broken bodies
Numb souls
Dull minds
Where went our sense of wonder?
“The sky is dull ….”
“Everything’s dull …”
“The world is ending …”
We never run out of poetic descriptions of our ‘dying world’
Yet where’s all the true poetry?
Our brains are dead…
Our hearts are dying …
Our Souls desensitized …
Then we ask …
Where went the poetry ?
Dead hearts
The Eternal Poet
Awake, oh sleeper!
Arise, oh dead heart
Made art thou
In His image and likeness
If poets are lovers
Then there’s one who’s the greatest lover of them all
If poets are romantics
Then there’s one most romantic than all
While Poets are intrigued by the dance of the Clouds
He created the music only those clouds can hear, and thus dance
While a poet’s heart beats faster at the sight of the shining brook merrily dancing its way away in the wilderness
He choreographed the dance of the brook into its DNA when He made it
While that passing cold breeze kisses the poet’s skin, and refreshes his heart
He commands this breeze… His very breath dictating the direction of these winds and breezes from the beginning
His name is Jehovah God, the Poet Eternal
The Question
So why is there so little poetry in the world?
And yet the world’s crawling with hundreds of millions of poets?
Is the poetry lost?
…or are the Poets Lost?
Is Poetry dead?
…or are the Poets dead
Are all Poets dead?
…or are there dead poets walking the earth…?
….Hearts Dead
….Minds Dead
…Souls Dead
…Ears deaf
…Eyes blind
Zombies with active limbs cruising the earth on autopilot …
The Disconnect
Poetry is not dead
It cannot be
Because Poetry is Eternal
Eternal as eternal can be
As the Poet Eternal lives on.. . Poetry and melodies spewing from His mouth when He breaths… So is Poetry alive.
So is Poetry dead?
…. or are the Poets dead?
But how could they be all dead…
Yet so many are still walking the earth?!
Thus again I ask
Is Poetry dead… or are the the poets dead?
Disconnected from Poetry
Disconnected from Poetry Eternal
Unable to hear or write
Because they are disconnected …
Disconnected from Poetry Eternal
Disconnected from the Poet Eternal
Conclusion
Thus oh Poet …
Where is your poetry?
Or are you lost still?
More Importantly…
Will you continue being Lost…
… or will you find your way back…?
Back to the Poet Eternal…
Where your heart can beat again…
And poetry can once again flood the Earth …
Dear Lost Poet
THE END.
XO, Risper
