obituary by Richard TrotterHe 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 © 2025 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. |
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