by Richard Trotter

The oceans at peace now,
though it sizzled and expired
when I said it all to you.
Impotent eyes, ashmatic words
my mistakes will die in the sun
illiterate staring at shapes
and honey, the senseless still feel.


Posted on 12/09/2004
Copyright © 2020 Richard Trotter

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Megan Langley on 12/09/04 at 03:26 PM

yes, the senseless still feel, i completely understand what you are conveying here. well done as always richard :)

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