I tremble
In the midnight rain,
Shiver on solitary streets,
Dream of poetic ladies,
Welcoming nudity,
Perfumed beds,
Kisses sweet as plums,
But only see stray dogs
And abandoned newspapers
Too depressing
For even hustlers
And cutthroats to read.
I wish the civic authorities
Would hang flowers
From light posts,
I’d pray and go home.
This poem took some compelling turns. Wishing you all the love and peace of mind one man can hold...
Uriah, only a true poet would have as a wish those flowers hanging from light posts. Put them in your mind, Uriah, and they will always be there for you. Raynette
Uriah, I love how you always make us see how you are searching for beauty and happiness even though you seem to find yourself surrounded by loneliness. Keep searching Uriah....you'll find it. Sincerely, Mary
The poetic imagination is a wonder to behold Uriah, Today I have flowers hanging in my mind lighting all my dark allies. It is actually glorious sunshine outside my door, but as with most poetic lost souls, inside my heart it was dark until I read your lovely work. Smiling at you, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Uriah, Another good piece of poesy! Well-done. Best, Hugh