obituary by Richard Trotter He said can you feel, the jaws of crimson clouds? Do you know the paradox of owning every hour in a neverending cube? And I will breathe a rainbow to blur the peoples' faces and ask a final question: is a single tornado, better than a million windy days? 06/27/2004 Posted on 06/27/2004 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/29/04 at 02:36 PM Text well reflective of its title Richard. I especially like those thought provoking last two lines. Sounds like someone who's had a major impact on you. Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 06/30/04 at 07:56 AM intense and powerful imagery in a tight tiny piece... excellent, richard... blessings... Posted by Ginette T Belle on 06/30/04 at 02:28 PM "can you see the jaw of crimson clouds"...how pensive and beautiful this poem is...i loved reading it over and over Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/30/04 at 05:10 PM I too wonder what the final thoughts were like, and shudder at the slightest touch of empathy. I can't even imagine, but you've managed to capture a piece of what it might have been like. VERY thought provoking. This one is going to haunt me, I think. 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)