I have immense affection for poets,
Those desperate lovers who often lose
All vestiges of sanity in amorous pursuits.
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what a torture love is, isnt it? i feel for you. another poem that makes me sigh in sadness for the poet who wrote it. what great excellence.
This is what poetry is about. Nothing could be more imortant that what is talked about here... I think about a blonde girl with blue eyes... I think of her as my cosmic twin. Brilliance... This is going on my wall.
Uriah, somehow I'm not believing you find solace in the mistakes of all those past poets...(to thine own self be true) . Your last stanza is the real part of your poem. The incense is another part. The rest of the poem is a dust storm to detract you from pain. Feel the pain, then do something about it. There is a poem within this poem that you haven't written or resolved yet. I'm rooting for you! Raynette
Though I like the poem a lot, it reads a little like an essay in the first half. The last half is particularly nice, especially when you get down to lighting the incense. Good poem.
Beautifully written.....Ditto on the Dylan part....I loved it Uriah.
Uriah, this poem was already good enough, but i was bought and sold with the Dylan reference. awesome job! Jake
Great poem Uriah. I think the emotions that poets are able to express makes any love they experience seem so much more passionate and romantic. I can picture you lighting your candles.......dreaming of your girl. I hope is does not remain unrequited with you for long. Sincerely, Mary
Beautiful, Uriah. What more can I say? S