THE POET'S QUILL

• A Poet’s Quill

  
  
  
  
  My  Quill  is dying
  
  My Blotter’s  wet
  
  My Tears are  falling
  
  My  words  regret
  
  My  Heart  is hurting
  
  My  Feeling   jest
  
  My Soul  is  searching
  
  For  Eternal   rest.
  
  My  Quill  has  spoken
  
  These  immortal  words
  
  The  strokes
  
  I  have  written
  
  Will be the last  words
  
  My Quill  is  gone
  
  Though  I  rest
  
  I still  think, 
  
  of  the  Poet’s  Quest.
  
  To find the words
  
  That  make  us  best.
  Dedicated to
  all Poets Past & Present
  
  A Poeatreeman
  
  “The Quill will be the Poet’s Soul”
  “Immortalize in Every Word!” 
  Edgar Allan Prieto
  
  6/29/2007
  
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  Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
  
  

  
  

  
  GOD’S PENMEN
  
  AS LONG AS GOD
  IS AT MY SIDE
  I CAN WRITE
  WHAT HE DEEMS.
  A POET
  HE MADE ME.
  
  POEATREEMAN
  EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
  6/9/2011
  COPYRIGHT@2011