Uriah Hamilton

Melody Of The Rain - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Ancient friends appreciate
My ghost-like face
That has weathered loneliness
And the melody of the rain.

Spirits offer me the wine of dreams
When I fall asleep at dusk
With a tattered heart
I can no longer trust.

When I awake,
I hear the cry of the wind
Breathing upon weary chimes,

I know, I must abandon everything
And no longer consider
Anything as mine.

Comments about Melody Of The Rain by Uriah Hamilton

  • (4/6/2008 3:49:00 AM)

    Poets belong to the wind, the rain and the dusk. Your melody is playing time out of mind.

    Warmest regards,

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  • (3/30/2008 4:52:00 AM)

    The first stanza grabs the reader. The rest carries beyond.

    This is such a fine capture of a mood. Eloquent, and quite beautiful.

    Write on, Uriah. Your voice speaks volumes. I would compare this poem to Zen verse. Emptiness is, perhaps, the point of departure.

    This poem is profoundly wise, and sad. I think wisdom must always include sadness.

    - Will
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, May 2, 2008

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