response to encouragement by Richard Trotter She spoke and seemed to whisper: "now can be your time" yet how I strained to hear bells of fortune chime. I only sensed the strangers in the fog of passing touch, building clouds of diamond chipped but still too much. Instead I touched with fingers with the girl beneath the day hands are rare down here- may always be that way 01/11/2004 Author's Note: old poem Posted on 01/11/2004 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Sam Roberts on 01/13/04 at 01:50 AM This is beautiful, The last stanza is powerful..sad. Remarkable flow throughout each stanza. The last line is the best, 'may always be that way' best wishes xxx Posted by Mara Meade on 01/13/04 at 07:47 PM Ethereal, dream-like... with a hint of sadnes in the last two lines. Beautiful and haunting. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)