The Dead Poet's Dream (Free verse) by drnick
In a dead poet's dreams
We ski his schemes
And everybody knows
Exactly what he means
His words are like petrol
In fossil-fueled minds
His life a sad song
His friends are all dying
The scene is mosaic
And littered with blood
The company is crying
For another fill-up
His love has just left
To come back yet again
He will misspell words
But only in pretend
His rhymes lie perfect
Without compromise
Analogies come fluent
As regular as the tides
Conveying creative energies
In scintillating style
His emotional magnitudes
Are never deemed mild
Sewing society's threads
As he weaves his lines
His sharp wit would cut
The most stubborn of minds
In a dead poet's dreams
We ski his schemes
And everyone gives
Exactly what he needs.
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Posted: February 19, 2006 10:54 PM PST; Last modified: February 19, 2006 10:54 PM PST
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