A lone flower peaks
Out over the city
From a tenement roof.
She is speechless
In her small pot
In the immense void
Of cold concrete and steel.
A solitary poet
Brought her there
To gaze upon
As he scribbles
Mad, translucent verse
Disconnected from sterile reality,
Preserving ancient poetic breath
And breeze of idyllic
Romantic past.
This is one of the nicest poems I have read, a really wonderful piece of fine scupture Beautiful Love duncan X
I adore this Uriah...man, you are seriously writing some fine poetry these days...Is this a piece from the dream journal? I think it is.... Always, Amberlee
I loved this Uriah.. It had depth and gave us a glimpse of that lonely poet that can get inspired from the beauty of a flower when everything else seems to be emotionless. HBH
Yes, good images. The flower in the pot, of course, will die unless it is watered, but it needs the solitude to grow. Damn, I love paradox! Good poem, Uriah! Best, Hugh
Niece piece, being a lover of poetry I too feel the urge within to express varied sentiments thru poetic verses. Write more my friend. take my 9
This left me kind of breathless and speechless. A fine verse starkly yet serenely conveying that image of solitude so many (and perhaps especially poets?) know so well. t x
An enjoyable piece; loved the phrase 'translucent verse'. Nice job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Agree with all the comments, Uriah, It's quite lovely...