What can sun doto brickthat has not already been done? Time, with circumstance,shapes the mud and straw heart,that, still eager for fulfilled promise,will leap, head last,toward the nearest oven. Is it possible,sun might further hardenthat thing,built of rock broken over eons,ground to small grains,mixed with the many tears,strengthened by dry, fibrous life? Is the furnaceContinue reading “A Trick To It”
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Just Enough Birds
How beautiful the birds wereyesterday. Hard at the work of makingliving lookeasy,the fragile creatures flew back and forth,making a God-awful lotofnoise. The most annoying, repetitive soundswere ones having to dowith territorial rightsand love-making,those two things which I do not have. Jeez. I got up and closed the damn windowbuthow beautiful the birds were. Flashes ofContinue reading “Just Enough Birds”
The Trees From Which
Those trees from whichgreat violins were fashionedmade sounds like sighing.Bold limbscreaked and groaned,urged by wind that spentmidnightbeing musical. This is not quite the same musica cricket makes when itrubs its legs together at evening,arousing,but you get the idea. Perhaps Antonio Stradivariheard a branch moan,leaped from his bed, thought,“That is my elusive tone!”and ran to hisContinue reading “The Trees From Which”
Revelations
Flagrant summer strips offand the hidden places are shown,collected bunches of warm things,dry twigs, torn fur, used feathers anda plastic bag or two,floated from the nearby grocery. Beast and bird, by nature knowing how,built their nests secret, high,out of sight,safe against dark times, yet no matter how innate construction skill,all hopeful gathered homes aremake-shift, temporary,notContinue reading “Revelations”
Parameter Study
I thought I heard thepoet sing, the chanteuseand the preacher, too.Harmonic moments, I supposed,held music that had much to dowith love. I posited love’s point might bewhere song and heart collide,far from me, a mystery, beyond, below, above, outside, forunder my researching lens,the heart turns into meatthat only electricity canever urge to beat.
These are the Days
‘These are the days, my friends,these are the days.’ – Philip Glass This is the day, my friend,this is the only day,the solitary timefor you to readwhat I haveto say. This is the minute,it is youandI. You cannot hear much screaming.from the place whereI sit writing, so nothing proves thatsomewhere, sevenbillion otherscenesexist. In the placeContinue reading “These are the Days”
Stars
Sometimes,when it’s still,I sing to hear the soundand wonder ifour dusty-brownbirds do this, too. Though worksong’s ofgreat import every day,there must be time and roomfor play. In this way,I dreamthe creatures call each othersilly names at times,sole to hearthem echoed backwhen humdrum’s sunclimbs. Further, yet, my theory is:life keeps an hourdivinefor each and all toContinue reading “Stars”
Sunflowers
Work and my season nowdone, I seek for the powerof deep wine with bread.A light touch of breeze andsun bless my head,hatless, this hourby the sunflowergarden. The tall plants are placed here as‘decor’ meant to lift spiritsbut I sense they are something more.Each one reminds ofan old woman bending,her faded hair of former yellow petal,droopingContinue reading “Sunflowers”
Dead Batteries and Signs From God
Bank robbery,andsimpler larceny,both make the innocent-born-guiltyconscience squirmbutmost of us commit not crime,norease into any wrong actionlocked away timemight cure. Still, I hear we all wereborn in sin,and need a warning sign,lest further untoward events occur.It’s written inthe holy booksI tried to read, back to front. I always take a second look,hoping to understand what IContinue reading “Dead Batteries and Signs From God”
Labour and Work
There isand wasand will always begreat distance betweenthis sideand the other. At the moment of opening,existence is a journeyfrom … to …whereall travelers must move,bound, as by blood-signed contract,under order ofwhich God (and science is a God)or ethic prevails. A star can be a traveler,a seed as wellthoughthe necessary steps,from a place to one further,areContinue reading “Labour and Work”
Robert On The Air 