poem 109 by Richard Trotter i forge you again, you wear the cloudy dress of regret which I sew with dreams and swept up ash, so I can be your mast to sail this sea of floating oil, coasting at speed across the debris, with my hands in your hair: a candy floss machine, taking a net to gravity. yet my hands are burnt and can't feel your skin as a bowl of rain fills, substance and content defiled 10/21/2003 Author's Note: reposted , because my friend Stephanie asked for it x Posted on 01/05/2004 Copyright © 2026 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Stephanie Kent on 01/07/04 at 04:55 AM "you wear the cloudy dress of regret which I sew with dreams and swept up ash". . .Thank you for reposting this, I love it. So full of raw emotion and haunting images. Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/07/04 at 05:02 PM The associations will not die. Shall bring back all those impressions lived and relived time and again. I can see the emotions but the good aspect is that they are produced with intellectual centre intact. 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 © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)