My Dearest Oscar.

An error by a fan for a writers, a God, a criminal.

My dearest and sweet Oscar,

My thoughts reach out across time for you,

Tempers flare at the demise of greatness,

A hand once stroking now withered by two.

 

Alfred knocks on vanity’s door to often,

The scourge of trouble never far from his lips,

Tactless and loved by all and marred by fathers,

His only premise is bound to him, his hips.

 

She, Constance, wrote measures to stop you,

Her heart never in one place or one time,

Protective Mothers using weapons of femininity,

A true tramp is her only and deceased crime.

 

You now lay wasted and too far from my reach,

No more quips to tickle them or for me to foster,

Lay silent and sleep to know you are genius,

I love you, Wilde, my dearest sweet Oscar.

 

Author's Note

Do with it as you will.

Reviews

[Andrea Vargas]

A very nice flow, and your sentancesa are very strong each one can hold its self but yet they all complement each other so well, your format is amazing!

Your message, for me i was a little confused at first, not fully understanding it, but after a couple of reads i came to see the struggle in it. Amazing write

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Oscar Wilde was one of the best- and as one has said, his own worst enemy as many of us are. I enjoyed, good flow .. wish he were here to write , oh, "Alfred knocks on vanity's door to often", a typo- too. Not that it matters- the poem is still superb.

[John Fitzgerald]

excellent write, i share your love of all things Wildean! :)

However i would say one thing, please don't take it as criticism because its not, i really enjoyed the piece it has a beautiful flow and a very exacting sctucture...

however i feel it would have been a more interesting approach to follow his mantra, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and attempt to write as he would about himself.

Hope you don't take offence because none is intended.

[Marie]

He was a genius...a cynic...a romantic...and his own worst enemy...

[Lawrence Parlier]

A fair ode to an ultimately tragic figure, to a great Irish writer from one who is becoming so. This is the noble work of poets. My only critique is it that it seems to be restrained. You could do a much longer, more passionate work on Wilde and not be out of bounds.

[Fairytale]

Wow. I love the way this is written. The poetry is beautiful, and it is also easy to read.

[Igor G. Balatsky]

I feel his presence every time I read him. The same is here, Thomas. Bright and deserving dedication to the great artist.

[J.M.B]

i thought this was wonderful

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

I really really enjoyed this one Thomas.

[patricia]

I love the analytic voice in this.
Protective Mothers using weapons of femininity...Superb!
Thankyou