David DeSantis (01/29/85 / Utica, NY)
Poems by David DeSantis : 29 / 91
..5: 03 AM
In this late hour,
I'm utterly alone.
no one,
else,
alone.
Your ego driven view
a cracked hour glass,
undeniable
to
alone.
why couldn't you have her,
too beautiful
alone.
only
a pillow can comfort
restless
and alone.
David DeSantis
Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2008
Edited: Sunday, July 13, 2008
Poems by David DeSantis : 29 / 91
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beautiful..........david....
read mine on the same lines....iam so alone and 2 in the morning
Love, Ego, conflict, Loneliness
(10)
Super.
Love the style and economy.
great writing. makes me feel it.
Rebel Heart's critique is spot-on... you certainly know how to create the embience of a poem.... well done Mr Mr!
The sparseness of the words upon the page, the image of the cracked hourglass and the repitition you use combine to create a sense of lonely contemplation in which the only thing you can do is embrace the restlessness of the hour...another fine piece of writing David.
Everything always seems so bleak when we're awake at that time in the morning. Hope the sunlight helped to make it all better. HG: -) xx
Uncanny. At precisely that same time I was feeling precisely that same thing. Only you penned it better than I thought it. (Oh, you know what I mean) . t x
egos do conflict each other, david...conditional and incomplete love makes you a lone captive in its cage......you wrote it out very well
kia ora bro... you're back with us... aaargh I now see why.. what the hell you doing awake at that hour! ! ! ! have you read my #6? aroha xx... PS I do not doubt not much time will pas before the next hour glass instrument presents to pillow