stillness of heart by Richard Trotter On a still day with shrouded magic A whirlpool behind the dirty sky Illuminating a sleeping wants list, Left unfinished, dripping with snail silver Half painted models in the workshop Dropped for an easier life. Tense oceans never crash and roar Though burning to return When the pastels of bronze and amber Are split upon buds in anger, Growth streams an anguished cry And objects float back into place. 10/25/2006 Posted on 10/25/2006 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)