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Wilderness Period Poem

There is as much love in me
As water in the ocean
But my heart is clothed in ice
Your touch cannot thaw it
But a breath from you may stir a flame
A dream of you may briefly
Teach it to be young again
Yet when I wake I remember
That you are gone
And I forget my heart
We may as well be parted
By an ocean
But the ocean is love
Now violent, now calm
Never sleeping. . .






— Dalton, Oct 07, 2009

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Country/Region: The Celestial River

Favorite Poets: Shane MacGowan, Dylan Thomas, Qays ibn Al-Mulawwah, Wallada bint al-Mustakfi, Rumi, Khalil Gibran, Yona Wallach, Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Eluard, Brendan Behan, James Clarence Mangan, William Blake, Tom Waits, Charles Bukowski, Forough Farrokhzad, Thomas Chatterton

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Critiques

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 8 months ago

hello

I liked your title, and was attracted to reading the poem because of the title. I thought the pacing was good and it flowed very well. The language usage is beautiful. I enjoyed the theme because the poem was different from the average "My love has left me" poem. It has depth and sincerity. Always, Cat
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lyz

16 years 7 months ago

Another missed

But hey, worth the read. Love it. You do have talent and I have enjoyed reading your work. Love to you and yours, Lyz. XX
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amalzamani

16 years ago

Title?

Wilderness Period is more like a name of a chapter in a novel or a biography! Is it? The language of this poem is simple, but the images are deep like the ocean :) Enjoyable one Thank you Dalton
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Dalton

15 years 11 months ago

Wilderness Period comes from

Wilderness Period comes from the feeling I had not writing for many years, finally regaining my soul to write again. Thus marking the end of my Wilderness Period. Its mad how long its taken me to get back ti you on this point, I'm just going through my old poems. john, thanks Amalzamani