response to encouragement by Richard TrotterShe 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 © 2025 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. |
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