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Lets
by Richard TrotterLets build an igloo
from super strength ice in the sun.
Lets have sex in the stars
incinerate everything, running like horses
through thunder and tears
painting smiles on the dead
to see if they notice.
Lets close our eyes
and make our hearts a whisper,
slice the arteries of our dreams
to make our spines a violin:
and with you, have time a jigsaw
rearranged as we like.
11/08/2004 Posted on 11/08/2004
Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/08/04 at 06:30 AM Oh, yes, by all means, let's. "make our spines a violin": absolutely gorgeous. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 11/08/04 at 03:17 PM Very refreshing! |
| Posted by Mahassine Mir on 11/12/04 at 09:10 AM "to make our spines a violin" is really really great imagery. The rythm flows very nicely. Bravo ! |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 11/15/04 at 11:42 PM imagery was just superb in this piece, "painting smiles on the dead" and "make our spines a volin" were my favs. Stay beautiful xoxox |
| Posted by Nicole Assenza on 03/21/06 at 12:21 AM I love this! <3 Also, it is interesting to note that I too have written a poem involving a spine as a musical instrument. But anyways, this definately deserved to be Poem of the Day. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/22/06 at 02:45 AM Most excellent! Not a wasted word - "Lets" is such a great word for potential and possibilities. |
| Posted by H.M Stevens on 03/23/06 at 08:02 AM ah yes, the paradox. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/24/06 at 04:49 PM Sheer JOY of a poem! Sheer JOY of creativity!
I look forward to more of you! |
| Posted by Quinn Vokes on 10/16/11 at 12:47 AM I missed this at the time... but now I see it is one of my favorites, almost a dream from long ago. Absolutely superb :) Congrats on POTD. |
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