A love which ends badly- <br />if we let it- <br />freezes Time; <br /> <br />and we move on <br />covering it; <br /> <br />leaving it unchanged and unresolved. <br /> <br />We plant the last Kiss <br />with a question mark <br />knotted in the Semi-finish.. <br /> <br />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; <br /> <br />we ignore the muffled cries <br />in the rear; <br /> <br />drive toward the future <br />tamping down the present <br />with a finger <br />dipped in <br />past and jaded memory. <br /> <br />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. <br /> <br />We reel in the Future now <br />before it is born; <br />strangled; <br /> <br />we make Hope for New Love <br />to lie <br />down in the cold; <br /> <br />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, <br /> <br />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.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-smothering-of-poets/
