Today’s YDP is another reason I so love the old poets.
I love the rush of old ink and such
Timeless, the passion of thought as we touch
Triumph and agony, hope and despair
Ageless, its melody spun from thin air
Longing and loving and loss intertwine
I love the warmth of fermented word-wine
Pour me a piece of old poetry then
Imbibe my heart with a drink from its pen
Time is but tick-tock of hour to year
Change cannot change that which shapes smile and tear
Rush of old ink; How you satisfy me
Preserved forever in old poetry
© Janet Martin
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