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14th Nov
by Richard TrotterLonging builds the quietest cradle
holds you when you don't need it
like a statue locked in a death pose
I have a hunger , and cannot feed it.
I'm textured like a painted sun down
frozen from the day I first saw you,
as your boredom falls to crush me
it breaks but I still adore you. 11/14/2004 Posted on 11/14/2004
Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 11/14/04 at 10:30 PM thats lovely..sorry not great at comments but it's a fine piece of work xoxo |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 11/15/04 at 01:42 PM WoW Richard.. this is such a bittersweet, touching poem; definitely one of my faves of yours.. I really love it <3 |
| Posted by Megan Langley on 11/17/04 at 01:57 AM I absolutely love this line -- "I'm textured like a painted sun." As usual, I adore your poem :) |
| Posted by Stephanie Kent on 11/18/04 at 03:30 AM The imagery in this is astounding...amazing, my friend xx |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/25/05 at 01:09 PM this is awesome... so sad and revealing... blessings... |
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