I am the wind

by Richard Trotter

Leaking ducts on a dream filled night
streaming through the corridor surviving
and touching me with an ink of fury
so now I see the lakes of vivid frogs
merge with the satin of waterfall nights
then ceased by its petrified velvet.

A moment of trap in a honeycomb maze
asleep in the haze of peace and death
spewing lava onto desperate bones
but no, with a thrust I return
thus rising from potential volcanoes
hands free from flame pitted ridges.

Liberating blur of conclusions
reborn to sip at every road and closure
a kind of body touched by the world
trees and trains and terrible towers
casinos, cats and castles love in colour
I am the wind and know every secret.


Posted on 05/10/2006
Copyright © 2021 Richard Trotter

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Julie Adams on 05/10/06 at 06:20 PM

Richard, I am the wind is a great title first of all--love how it arrives at the end, full circle...also loved the fresh uses of imagery and idea, drifting into each other, evolving from stanza to stanza...I think this intricate piece warrants a 2nd and 3rd reading to pull all the strings of this imagist music together, but the intruiging ideas herein lure the eyes to search beyond the surface...well done, Richard...nice to read u again, peace, *jewels*

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