<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448251" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Smothering of Poets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A love which ends badly-<br>if we let it-<br>freezes Time; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and we move on <br>covering it; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">leaving it unchanged and unresolved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We plant the last Kiss<br>with a question mark<br>knotted in the Semi-finish..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We drag our Dead Poet Love<br>into the future<br>bound and gagged<br>in the truck of the car<br>because all past loves<br>are Dead Poets; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we ignore the muffled cries<br>in the rear; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">drive toward the future<br>tamping down the present<br>with a finger <br>dipped in<br>past and jaded memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We smother old past poets<br>put them away in the dark closet<br>because New Love<br>most often<br>doesn't share our love of<br>Former Poetries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We reel in the Future now<br>before it is born; <br>strangled; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we make Hope for New Love<br>to lie<br>down in the cold; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but, our warm coat<br>is in the closet<br>which means<br>at odd times<br>in the chill<br>we dream of dead poets, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">who sometimes<br>don't remain<br>dead still<br>in the trunk of the car<br>in the closet<br>in the category<br>nil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448251" data-title="A Smothering of Poets de Lonnie Hicks" data-description="A love which ends badly- if we let it- freezes Time; and we move on covering it; leaving it unchanged and unresolved. We plant the last Kiss with a question mark knotted in the Semi-finish.. We drag our Dead Poet Love into the future bound ..."></div> </div> </div>

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