by Richard Trotter
Your wounded eyes, and lemon hair
winter park bench, a purple scarf,
ask me to go anywhere,
i'll be your dreaming other half.
We'll stay and talk til 4am
sealed gently under our sheets,
the icy world we condemn
as we read some Poe and Keats.
Yes, from trembling clouds you came
and wrenched my eyes from the sea
we saved each other from the flame
that dulls our hearts' blank ecstacy.
Posted on 11/17/2004
Copyright © 2020 Richard Trotter
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Sam Roberts on 11/18/04 at 02:17 AM|
Thats lovely, truly lovely. Like the 3rd stanza muscly xoxox
|Posted by Megan Langley on 11/18/04 at 03:51 PM|
LOVE this poem! You're someone who truly understands the poet girl haha
|Posted by Melissa Arel on 11/19/04 at 01:41 AM|
Loved when you used "lemon hair".. :) This poem made me want to read more about this love.. :) Excellent!
|Posted by Megan Langley on 09/17/05 at 02:42 AM|
You know I love to read your poetry (and re-read it) to make me feel better. It's been almost exactly 10 months since I read it the first time and it's just as wonderful again and again. I can't tell you how many times I've read this one. It's my fav ;)
p.s. I sent you an email. ttyl
|Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/09/05 at 03:39 AM|
heavily soaked in beautiful imagery. aside myself another man on here who writes love poetry with everything he has. not saying mine is good, but in this case yours is very much so. i felt the fire.
|Posted by Megan Guimbellot on 01/09/08 at 05:03 AM|
your words are so pretty....i love the flow of this, its almost like music to me :)
|Posted by Megan Langley on 05/19/08 at 02:56 PM|
ah, the poem that prompted me to message you. as you can see, i still love to read it. hard to believe that was back in 2004!