the mountain by Richard TrotterUnaware, she took the last strand of summer
threw it in the air, doomed to fall upon me
its shrapnel carved scars in a bearded rock
whose strength is nought in isolation
the seconds are dying, time not spent
watching them compete for her smile. 10/12/2004 Posted on 10/12/2004 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Melissa Arel on 10/13/04 at 01:58 PM Interesting write.. as always its filled with awesome imagery.. Great work! |
Posted by Stephanie Kent on 10/14/04 at 03:08 PM "she took the last strand of summer"...wow. As always, your imagery is so amazing and different. I love this. |
Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/07/11 at 11:05 PM You had me at "threw it in the air." That just built the energy for the whole piece. Nice work. |
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 12/07/11 at 11:08 PM congratulations on potd! excellent write! |
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