PREDAWN: my thoughts have chased
the moon away
like a wind caressing hair
and fingers lit by rising embers
of morning light.
My hand a river tremble-eddies
pour passion passing pink peaks
melting snow brings Spring
across a valley lush below.
Life.
An Olive Warbler brings the
song of Love as a sigh!
:: 12-24-2018 ::
Sometimes when i’m dead
the flowers smell better
And many times time
just drips on by
within my empty head
The light bulb sun
is burned out within
my room (oh dear)
and the cockroach
tells me not to fear
Jesus breaks his knee
on a viral meme
Politicians parody
the struggling life
of you and me
Holding on tight
to the horror sled
of this holiday
season of no reason
neurotic sales
schizoid crowds
smiling fiends
and the flowers
smell better
sometimes when
i’m just dead.
:: 12-10-2018 ::
Beneath this silence is hope
that you should never leave me
And love loves to love
but hope is that you remain here
that my weirdness is a little
me — and yours is as mine
is love; a quivering happiness!
:: 12-21-2018 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 