A woman’s portrait
Is falling off the wall.
There are friends
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this is what i call poetry! probabaly your finest work to date, Uriah. simply wonderful! Jake
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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
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!