What quiet thing that hugged me
today the wind barely touched
a tender sky tear-drop eye
my pillow the lazy grasslands
a blanket tender cloud untouched
:: 05-22-2014 ::
Monthly Archives: May 2014
A QUIET THING
TO VISIT A MONSTROUS PLACE
(c) E.P. Robles 2013
The immortal soul
could be a thing
upon the world
unsheathed by skin
but then again,
upon its exit
it would find
such things as bruises
and cuts and bites
Best to keep
the soul encased
in human flesh
while it visits
this monstrous place
:: 05-15-2014 ::
MY ANCHOR OF THORNS
Despair is an anchor
with thorns —
it drowns the ship
and sinks the soul
and the hull,
a skin that bleeds
A heart — the oar
that paddles ashore
Best to use
a blessed life vest
when a storm —
that despair comes
and wisely glue shut
that gapping hawse
:: 05-15-2014 ::
THE NEEDLE, QUICK (fate much faster)
I feared a thing
untold — unseen,
that thing I feared
and my mind,
a thing too —
split in half
by such unknown
I strove to know —
unraveled marbles, too
which spilled
upon the floor,
perfect glass balls
rolled from higher
ground to low
and reality’s curtain
fell — my needle tried
to stitch the past
when love was good
but sequence ran
beyond my needle
what stitch in time…
:: 05-15-2014 ::
MY LITTLE ONE
my little one! my little one!
where have you gone?
beneath the little bed —
perchance within
a closet full of brooms?
my little one! hide and seek
is your favorite game —
but now i see i cannot
ever find the little one!
life has given you the key
to maturity and you now hide
within a fully grown one!
my litle-big, my little-big!
so proud to find you —
all grown — the little one
no longer has to hide
beneath the bed!
:: 05-16-2014 ::
I SHOULD WISH TO BE
i should wish to be, gain
from conception through
little feet, baby breath too
a clean slate of possibilities
i should wish to be, again
the admiration of loved ones
if i should be — again
what i was before the now
i would take a different path
such a dream i give —
my solemn vow
:: 05-16-2014 ::
LUNG DEATH
resuscitation lung-death
blue a breath into
hallow barren tunnel-fright
I, mesmerized-pinwheel eyes
ate pillow lips, hot sweet breath
and death —/(m)y angel
her dark cloak flew into
a funnel-~>vortex too
and left me alone in tears
so another day in human flesh
:: 05-15-2014 ::
PARK BENCH BAKED SEAT
the grief, such a little pinch
a park bench baked seat
we too, bench and me
like the park, solemnly
where do birds fly
— my wonder, undercover
beneath the last refrain
of nature song fades…
surely not within me?
nor the park bench baked seat
which soulfully comforts me
such song (and birds) n’er die
but this grief surely will!
:: 05-16-2014 ::
ENTOMBED
To feel and express
—– that moment
mixed emotions, tangled web
A heart and word ensnared
that spider-thought
— spinning web
to die entombed
in mental cocoon
is what I fear —
what more to do!
:: 05-13-2014 ::
LOOSE SCREW
The incredible machinery of reality never
succumbs to broken down parts but at times
requires an oiling with its hidden gears and
coils. Every now and then a cosmic mechanic
forgets to replace a loose screw and the carefully
orchestrated illusion skips a beat and a luck (?)
soul gimpses behind the curtain. The eye that
stares back — an incomprehensible experience.
:: 05-09-2014 ::
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