A lone flower peaks
Out over the city
From a tenement roof.
She is speechless
In her small pot
In the immense void
Of cold concrete and steel.
A solitary poet
Brought her there
To gaze upon
As he scribbles
Mad, translucent verse
Disconnected from sterile reality,
Preserving ancient poetic breath
And breeze of idyllic
Romantic past.
Um, yes, well, um...I think I should give up my pen. Another masterpiece here, and it's making me very jealous, Uriah, sweet one.
This is nice, Uriah, but sounds lonely. 'speechless in her small pot' made me smile. Skye
I can see both points of view of these solitary poets Uriah! We have to be solitary to write, but we all need encouraging words to continue. I enjoyed your poem very much. 10 from Solitary Poet Tai
As always, you manage to bring beauty to the most lonely of places. Beautiful Uriah. Sincerely, mary
Niece piece, being a lover of poetry I too feel the urge within to express varied sentiments thru poetic verses. Write more my friend. take my 9
This left me kind of breathless and speechless. A fine verse starkly yet serenely conveying that image of solitude so many (and perhaps especially poets?) know so well. t x
An enjoyable piece; loved the phrase 'translucent verse'. Nice job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah... who wants to be connected with sterile reality anyway? ... I like your verse, Uriah. dan