Uriah Hamilton


A Solitary Poet - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

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.


Comments about A Solitary Poet by Uriah Hamilton

  • (6/25/2007 1:49:00 AM)


    Your poetry has touched a soul on the other side of the globe. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/27/2006 11:52:00 PM)


    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
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  • (7/31/2006 11:46:00 PM)


    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 (Report) Reply

  • Joe Breunig (6/29/2006 9:54:00 PM)


    An enjoyable piece; loved the phrase 'translucent verse'. Nice job! (Report) Reply

  • (6/4/2006 9:06:00 PM)


    Loved the images in this poem. Good one. Sincerely, Connie Webb (Report) Reply

  • (6/1/2006 1:06:00 AM)


    Agree with all the comments, Uriah, It's quite lovely... (Report) Reply

  • (5/27/2006 4:09:00 AM)


    This is one of the nicest poems I have read, a really wonderful piece of fine scupture
    Beautiful
    Love duncan X
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  • (4/11/2006 9:52:00 AM)


    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
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  • (4/8/2006 3:28:00 PM)


    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
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  • (3/31/2006 7:56:00 PM)


    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
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  • (3/31/2006 7:25:00 PM)


    As always, you manage to bring beauty to the most lonely of places. Beautiful Uriah. Sincerely, mary (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2006 6:46:00 PM)


    I can see both points of view of these solitary poets Uriah! We have to be solitary to write, but we all need encouraging words to continue. I enjoyed your poem very much. 10 from Solitary Poet Tai (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2006 6:13:00 PM)


    This is nice, Uriah, but sounds lonely. 'speechless in her small pot' made me smile.

    Skye
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  • (3/31/2006 4:31:00 PM)


    Um, yes, well, um...I think I should give up my pen. Another masterpiece here, and it's making me very jealous, Uriah, sweet one. (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2006 3:30:00 PM)


    Yeah... who wants to be connected with sterile reality anyway? ... I like your verse, Uriah.

    dan
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  • (3/31/2006 2:28:00 PM)


    Even on steel and concrete building rooves you can see grass growing.Signs of life in the most unusual places.A wonderfully thought provoking poem.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2006 2:01:00 PM)


    Excellent! the modern concrete world, it's very rare to find a fragrant flower, all mixed up with poisonous artificial fertilizer. (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2006 1:58:00 PM)


    Wonderful imagery from the pen of a true poet.

    Kindest regards,

    Sandra
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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 31, 2006



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