Uriah Hamilton

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When The Heart Is Dead - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

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When the heart is dead
The poet should be as well
If he allows verse
To wiggle out of
Bony intellectual crevices
Of the skull
Instead of dripping
From his veins
Like passionate blood
From deeply cut
Emotional wounds
Leaving psychic scars
Surviving for eternity
In the disconsolate universe.

Uriah Hamilton

Poems by Uriah Hamilton : 871 / 902

Sallie Howson (10/3/2006 4:52:00 PM)
wow................................................. (Report)Reply
Mary Nagy (6/15/2006 9:00:00 AM)
Whether you think so or not......your heart is not dead Uriah! You have one of the most compassionate and caring hearts I have ever (never) met. I only pray you will one day be repayed for all your kindness you show people. Sincerely, Mary (Report)Reply
Ivy Christou (6/8/2006 4:43:00 PM)
quite deep Uriah.. I can see where you are coming from in this poem.. excellent! (Report)Reply
Ernestine Northover (6/4/2006 10:02:00 AM)
I'd send you a nice big box of sticking plasters Uriah, to stem the flow of good blood lost. Write my friend and keep those verses from wiggling about too much, and get back into circulation as soon as possible. Love Ernestine XXX (Report)Reply
***** ********* (6/3/2006 6:04:00 PM)
Yes it is a horrible sight to see poets bleeding all over the place, it is too permanent as you say, better to use the brain rather than the heart at these times. Well done. When the heard is dead, is a provocative title for me, because I don't believe in death, just resting or close for lunch, is a better option. Smiling at you, Tai (Report)Reply
Sandra Fowler (6/3/2006 6:04:00 PM)
Tears are very appropriate to the creative experience.without them the poem would have no soul at all. Great write, Uriah.

Kindest regards,

Sandra (Report)Reply
Sallie Howson (6/3/2006 5:43:00 PM)
oh i love it...can i copy and put it on my blog? (Report)Reply