Oh no, what woe, our class ’tis ending. Say
it isn’t so. Goodbyes to make and silence
soon to come where once we chatted and played,
and held discourse of poetic science.
What ho? “But merrily we’ll meet again?”
You say, “Verily, no distance now exists,
‘tween blogs of like intent and purpose. When
minds of poetic intellect insist.”
Poets listen here, no effort is made
in vain. Your words fit perfectly the shape
of your soul. Your inner landscape don’t trade.
Your words shine forth and in success you’re drape’d….
‘Till next we meet in class or in the sphere–
take my respect and awe. Write without fear.