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. 05/10/2006 Posted on 05/10/2006 Copyright © 2024 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* Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)