Hugh Cobb

Rookie - 54 Points (29 January 1947 / New York, NY)

Hugh Cobb Poems

Comments about Hugh Cobb

  • kskdnj sajn (5/3/2006 7:54:00 AM)

    Hugh is an amazing person and writer. His poems offer witt, knowledge, wisdom, thought, reflection and spirit. He has a natural flow, and a keen perspective.
    Check out his....' Heart's Song, the Inadequacy of Words '

    Thanks Hugh for all your thoughts,
    Ang.

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Michael Shepherd (4/27/2006 5:34:00 AM)

    Apart from his justly celebrated fine poems, Hugh Cobb is the most generous, appreciative and eloquent (in that order) comment-writer on the poems of others, to be found on this site. To receive a comment from him is a delight and a privilege.

  • Anna Russell (4/10/2006 10:51:00 AM)

    Hugh's work is informative, thought provoking and intelligent. His poems will reward you not only on the first read, but every time after that. If you're the meditating type, you've come to the right place - if not, then read on, you soon will be! Spiritual, beautiful and never dumbed down, this is a man who's works deserve to be read.

  • Joseph Daly (12/30/2005 4:23:00 AM)

    It is such a pleasure to read Hugh's works. His celebration of life is captured, sometimes even in one word, with such precicion. In our contemporary time, where belief is almost a dirty word, Hugh maintains his faith. Although an atheist myself, I see in Hugh's works (where he introduces his faith) a strong commitment to humanity and an abandondment of dogma. For the reader, Hugh says: 'This is what I believe. This is my worldview, You decide! '.

Best Poem of Hugh Cobb

An Ice-Bound Heart

Encased in indifferent ice
glacial heart beats slowly, coolly
caring less about others' needs
than preserving spirit's isolation;
or, caught in ego's snares,
thinks only of itself.
What an isolated soul it is:
seeing only its reflection
frozen in winter's frosty panes.

Can nothing crack the ice,
penetrate to spirit's depth
melt glacial walls
& let uncorrupted love enter,
laughing with joy?
Can such a heart,
(frigid & safe behind
accumulated rime)
ever take pleasure
other than isolation's illusory dance?
How then will it ...

Read the full of An Ice-Bound Heart

Missing Element

Missing element defies sleep:
I wake up calling names,
illusion's plaything -
only you're never there
when eyes finally clear.
You're still in that realm from
which I was expelled.

& when consciousness

[Report Error]