*isolation At Sunrise
Dreams burdened with your eyes.
A recollection of temperance
by David DeSantis
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31 Jan 2009 03:51
Masterly done. I really like the following: Dreams burdened with your eyes, a soul as empty as the spirits in a glass, and unfair remnants of celestial lies. You used common images but not in a trite way.
28 Jan 2009 08:51
This is simply amazing. Stunning piece you have here. Awe-inspiring. Five thumbs up and two stars.
19 Nov 2008 01:05
I sometimes wish I was a glass. It’s easier to break without a soul these lines are a masterpiece...
13 Jul 2008 11:56
This is an amazing poem 'From a soul as empty as the spirits in a glass' then followed by 'I sometimes wish I was a glass...' Nice work. But shouldnt it be I wish I WERE a glass? Your images are honed in, not overdone and you have caught the feeling in just a few words, as every poet should do. Raynette
10 Jul 2008 11:22
Strange how an empty glass of alochol can make things so much heavier. It was frustrated and deep blue. Keep writing, Delilah
12 Jun 2008 03:58
i like this poem. its really sad, but very good. good job.
~ Jon London ~
08 May 2008 09:37
This is so deep, it reminds us all of how fragile we are, I wish sometimes that our hearts were wrapped in bubble wrap.. I hope yours will be looked after, and treated with the respect it's deserves. best wish you you bro...another fine write by Mr Desantis..keep it going Jon
29 Apr 2008 03:43
I sometimes wish I was a glass. It’s easier to break without a soul...Wow, this lines are crystal clear and beautiful! ! No comment.
27 Apr 2008 12:34
I sometimes wish I was a glass. It’s easier to break without a soul. WOW It's Really Really Deep..and the words are sooo Wonderful Thx alot for sharing
Lawrence S. Pertillar
25 Apr 2008 12:39
Mister DeSantis? 'Isolation at Sunrise' is to 'classic' as crystal is to glass. What a wonderful piece of art this is. I enjoyed reading this. The style, subject matter and your 'touch' has produced a 'memory'. You have captured the essence of a craftsman's skill....and 'delivered' an awesome 'work'! Beautiful.
22 Apr 2008 11:45
You always manage to convey depth with such a light touch, David. Wonderfully weighted phrasing. Really good poem. F
Laoibhse Ni Canain
22 Apr 2008 08:33
This is a painfully beautiful piece. I love the last stanza, it resonates with me. Just as haunting as the sound that glass would make were I to run my fingers around the rim.
19 Apr 2008 11:21
Excuse me if I got this wrong, but is this in reference to a deceased child of your (one never born?) This is a painful poem, and you coveyed emotion quite well in it's unique and supple lines. I greatly enjoyed the glass metaphor.
17 Apr 2008 03:36
A very poignant poem David, it says a lot and is simple but stunning as Yuri says, Well penned, Lynda xx
15 Apr 2008 03:14
Aahh! stunning poem! .... in its simplicity it kicks you in the stomach, resonates in the heart....10/10
15 Apr 2008 11:40
Yes fine writing worthy of the scores its been given. A challenge to those of us who know that poetry is about capturing the essence but find ourselves with to much to say and needing too many words to do it. I will try your style.
14 Apr 2008 11:10
Praise for your sad, but beautiful poem. The last stanza is superb. Warm regards, Sandra
13 Apr 2008 02:34
An emotionally charged poem in which every single word counts - the imagery is particularly striking - a powerful and moving piece David. j.
Original Unknown Girl
11 Apr 2008 07:48
Oh my word, so deep and filled with regret and loss.... so sorry. I am in agreement with Deana though, no isolation here at all, only community. Keep on penning them David. HG: -) xx
11 Apr 2008 01:58
You pen your despair with economy, and great emotional weight, David. Your final stanza is quite brilliant. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥