*isolation At Sunrise

Masterly done. I really like the following: Dreams burdened with your eyes, a soul as empty
as the spirits in a glass, and unfair remnants of celestial lies. You used common images but not in a trite way.(Report)Reply

This is simply amazing. Stunning piece you have here. Awe-inspiring. Five thumbs up and two stars.(Report)Reply

I sometimes wish
I was a glass.
It’s easier to break without a soul

these lines are a masterpiece...(Report)Reply

This is an amazing poem 'From a soul as empty as the spirits in a glass' then followed by 'I sometimes wish I was a glass...' Nice work. But shouldnt it be I wish I WERE a glass? Your images are honed in, not overdone and you have caught the feeling in just a few words, as every poet should do.

Raynette(Report)Reply

Strange how an empty glass of alochol can make things so much heavier. It was frustrated and deep blue. Keep writing,

Delilah(Report)Reply

i like this poem. its really sad, but very good. good job.(Report)Reply

This is so deep, it reminds us all of how fragile we are, I wish sometimes that our hearts were wrapped in bubble wrap..

I hope yours will be looked after, and treated with the respect it's deserves.

best wish you you bro...another fine write by Mr Desantis..keep it going


Jon(Report)Reply

I sometimes wish
I was a glass.
It’s easier to break without a soul...Wow, this lines are crystal clear and beautiful! ! No comment.(Report)Reply

I sometimes wish
I was a glass.
It’s easier to break without a soul.

WOW
It's Really Really Deep..and the words are sooo Wonderful
Thx alot for sharing(Report)Reply

Mister DeSantis? 'Isolation at Sunrise' is to 'classic' as crystal is to glass.
What a wonderful piece of art this is. I enjoyed reading this. The style,
subject matter and your 'touch' has produced a 'memory'. You have captured
the essence of a craftsman's skill....and 'delivered' an awesome 'work'!
Beautiful.(Report)Reply

You always manage to convey depth with such a light touch, David. Wonderfully weighted phrasing. Really good poem.
F(Report)Reply

This is a painfully beautiful piece. I love the last stanza, it resonates with me. Just as haunting as the sound that glass would make were I to run my fingers around the rim.(Report)Reply

Excuse me if I got this wrong, but is this in reference to a deceased child of your (one never born?)

This is a painful poem, and you coveyed emotion quite well in it's unique and supple lines. I greatly enjoyed the glass metaphor.(Report)Reply

A very poignant poem David, it says a lot and is simple but stunning as Yuri says,
Well penned,
Lynda xx(Report)Reply

Aahh! stunning poem! .... in its simplicity it kicks you in the stomach, resonates in the heart....10/10(Report)Reply

Yes fine writing worthy of the scores its been given. A challenge to those of us who know that poetry is about capturing the essence but find ourselves with to much to say and needing too many words to do it. I will try your style.(Report)Reply

Praise for your sad, but beautiful poem. The last stanza is superb.

Warm regards,

Sandra(Report)Reply

An emotionally charged poem in which every single word counts - the imagery is particularly striking - a powerful and moving piece David. j.(Report)Reply

Oh my word, so deep and filled with regret and loss.... so sorry. I am in agreement with Deana though, no isolation here at all, only community. Keep on penning them David. HG: -) xx(Report)Reply

You pen your despair with economy, and great emotional weight, David. Your final stanza is quite brilliant. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥(Report)Reply