Daily Archives: March 1, 2014


(c) E.P. Robles 2012

Oh Leviathan of deep oceans my soul!
no eye sees what waters move you
and cold deep comfort that warm heart
seafarers banish harpoon made of slate
and human hearts frail of tissue-skin
what chases whom across vastness say
ghosts, dreams, shadows, malaise
go my dear beast, deep, far, and wide
lest hemocyanin colour that grand heart
the oceans cover that which is great

:: 03-01-2014 ::


THERE is only victory
when passion drive
that love and life
commingle one
the bluejay sang
and dew what knew
but a blade of green
glistens clarity-life
the murmur soft
nature’s lullaby

:: 02-25-2014 ::


THE fatigue of life
a limp leather satchel
worn, torn, cracked
and weather-born
within the creases
those letters and bits
fragments of hopes
and dreams dither-be
the sonofabitches
they almost got
the better of me!

:: 02-28-2014 ::