WHSmiths rejection by Richard Trotter Upon the grey water I sailed where silence and dead earth prevailed as I waited for the lights to seduce me I let the poison take me out to sea, Your face like an anchor in the sky but my boat would not rise that high. I crashed in a city of dreams a winter of fossilized screams, this imagined isle of perfection, cracked by a wind of correction like a fool who plants seeds in the snow and wonders why they do not grow. 07/28/2008 Posted on 07/28/2008 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Megan Langley on 09/09/08 at 09:31 PM I love the last two lines! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)