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numb
by Richard TrotterBony hands, they shy away
voices dissipate, calender breaking
wrinkles forming, looming chords
shuffling clouds on the guilty citadel-
lost is the kingdom that fears to want,
desire, turning with the force of empty pockets
where did you go? dried up reservoir in a crater
expecting too much, I might need you
when my face hits the pillow. 01/24/2004 Posted on 01/24/2004
Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 01/25/04 at 04:31 PM I agree with norma, those 2 lines are so powerful.
I guess I'm not the only person who feels numb then, well captured. The last line tied it all together quite brilliantly.
xxxx |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 01/29/04 at 01:32 PM i had to read this a couple times so that i could soak it in. great read:) |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 01/29/04 at 05:19 PM what an incredible description... |
| Posted by Megan Langley on 11/17/04 at 02:04 AM The last line is so powerful to me...
Though I was reeeally slooow at realizing you're a member again, I'd like to say it's great to have you back! :) |
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