Monday, February 16, 2009

Motorcycle Monks Digging St. Clare Comments

Rating: 5.0

Riding through imaginary valleys of esoteric thought,
She flagged me down on Dharma Avenue
With her long hair blown back by the pleasant breeze of philosophy.
We were twin souls occupying a dream womb
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Uriah Hamilton
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Sandra Fowler 23 February 2009

Fascinating imagery. A touch of Bob Dylan. At least to my way of thinking. To be in a world where everyone is kind...a solace thought indeed. Exceptional. Ten, of course. Always your friend, Sandra

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Will Barber 21 February 2009

An eloquent write, Uriah, digging deep and touching so many chords. This is a poem both complex (allusions) and simple (love) - so much to ponder. The spiralling out of the ending from the narrative is stunning, though the message was foreshadowed. - Will

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Patrick McFarland 16 February 2009

This is a real gem Uriah. You turn a phrase like few poets ever could. A remarkable poem this is.

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