Uriah Hamilton


Small Goddess Of Delicate Flowers - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

It is raining lightly in the forest,
Little flowers begin to droop
In the fragile atmosphere
Of God’s sympathetic tears.

You pick the smallest ones
And hold them to your breast,
Then with your face angelic and wet,
Bring them into your room.

These grateful flowers
Smile for you;
Mystically, they carry my heart
And will not let you forget me.

Love is the tender sadness we both feel
When we are unable to kiss
But can only protect something gentle.


Comments about Small Goddess Of Delicate Flowers by Uriah Hamilton

  • (6/3/2006 8:50:00 PM)


    Your poetic sensibility, it seems, can capture everything 'twixt heaven and hell. You're a fine guide to the purgatory that mediates Paradise and Inferno. This lovely flower redeems much pain. You are a gentle guide to the the human condition. This is lovely. A flower unspoilt, though tears have bathed it. Your poetry mediates all - beauty is truth, truth beauty, said Keats. You're a worthy successor. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/17/2006 7:31:00 PM)


    Such heart and very heart-warming as well. There's a hint of sadness, as well, for the uncertainty and fragility of love. (Report) Reply

  • (11/5/2005 10:39:00 AM)


    Hey Uriah, your words are so soothing this morning. Thank you so much for sharing these with us.. (Report) Reply

  • (11/1/2005 8:13:00 PM)


    sweet, tender and endearing.. I'm a fan of your poetry already!
    HBH
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  • Ernestine Northover (10/28/2005 3:51:00 PM)


    There's a fairytale element here Uriah, like someone lost.........! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Very sweet poem Sincerely Ernestine (Report) Reply

  • (10/28/2005 3:51:00 PM)


    Hard to match the last stanza. I'm jealous of those words. (Report) Reply

  • (10/28/2005 10:14:00 AM)


    Oh, this is so lovely.........yes, delicate is the right word for it. Great poem Uriah. I have often watched tiny flowers bend in the rain and wondered how they survive...yet they almost always do. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • (10/28/2005 9:53:00 AM)


    So sweetly sad....very nice Uriah. (Report) Reply

  • (10/28/2005 9:44:00 AM)


    There is a delicate mix of tenderness, love and poignant sadness in this poem. Seems very fresh to me. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 28, 2005



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