Uriah Hamilton


The Princess Of Imagination - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

A woman’s portrait
Is falling off the wall.

There are friends
Who display cut-throat alienation,
Razor-sharp disregard
For sensitive emotions,
And love is a tattered umbrella
That does not protect
From a cold shower of loneliness.

Nightmare exorcisms
Have begun,
My demons rush me
Toward final disintegration.

And the princess of imagination
Has left me staggering
Beneath the weight of tears.

You can see people
Shatter like glass
And become dangerous shards
For others to step on.


Comments about The Princess Of Imagination by Uriah Hamilton

  • (11/15/2005 4:08:00 AM)


    I keep reading some Mencken quote over at oldpo about how 'Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.' I have to admit, I don't understand it! (Report) Reply

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  • (9/23/2005 7:06:00 AM)


    this is what i call poetry! probabaly your finest work to date, Uriah. simply wonderful!

    Jake
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  • (9/20/2005 3:17:00 PM)


    This is breath-taking (Report) Reply

  • (9/16/2005 10:13:00 PM)


    And the princess of imagination
    Has left me staggering
    Beneath the weight of tears.

    You can see people
    Shatter like glass
    And become dangerous shards
    For others to step on.


    all of it was great, but i liked those words the best.
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  • (9/16/2005 10:05:00 AM)


    Really nice imagery in this one, Uriah. The final stanza is superb. Now for my two cent suggestion. 'My demons' is a bit cliche. Maybe come up with a more original way to say that. Otherwise, it's a terrific poem. (Report) Reply

  • (9/16/2005 9:35:00 AM)


    Uriah, you have outdone yourself. This is superior in every way. I love the 'tattered umbrella' metaphor. If, as John suggested, you remove the stanza about the tears, it becomes less a poem about you and a statement of a more universal lost love. It would mean that you aren't 'wallowing' in grief. Not a bad idea, but still it is your poem and you have to decide. It is your best work I've read. You keep getting better!

    Raynette
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  • (9/16/2005 9:31:00 AM)


    I like the metaphor and the high energy, but I'd like to suggest that you cut the line about tears. I think the poem will read better. I know that I'm out of line for making a suggested change; I just can't help myself. I want to straighten the flower in the lapel, or should we all walk around with crooked flowers. I'm not being 'CRITICAL, ' my friends. That's my two cents from one of the 'bored poets.'

    Batpoet
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  • (9/16/2005 9:26:00 AM)


    Excellent, Uriah.
    No kidding.
    H
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  • (9/16/2005 9:24:00 AM)


    wow. this is raw and fantastic.

    You can see people
    Shatter like glass
    And become dangerous shards
    For others to step on.

    these lines say it all. thank you for this one.
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  • (9/16/2005 9:23:00 AM)


    Wow, Uriah, this is so wonderful! Such a way of thinking you have. I am so impressed with your immense compassion and kindness! Great poem. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • (9/16/2005 9:21:00 AM)


    Powerful images....I felt the pain and emotion... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 16, 2005



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