Daily Archives: August 21, 2020

A LARGEST NIGHT

Mellifluous are the songs of moon
lit lips pressing a maddened
heart as mine!

This largest night ate the orchards
and prismatic towns by the shores
where waves say goodbye torturing
women who have lost their sailors
on calmer nights.

Instead of life the sea has come
has come to take from me
all i have called normality

what most who love may dislike
what some who hate may balance
i n l i f e :
a severe disinclination
or tolerance for such as me!

so cold are some it feels as stings
from a polar bee!


A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIX – FEATHERS & PENNIES

I followed a
f
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l
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feather
toward the ground
along the twist
-ing-twirl
-ing

dizzy<
| path |

I found a penny
which held no thoughts
together the feather
and copper bone
fell upon an anvil
cloud of striking stone!

:: 08-05-2014 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – LIII

I feared a thing untold & unseen
that thing i feared my mind
a thing too!
Split by half in such unknown
i strove to know:
unraveled too which spilled
upon the floor!
Imperfect thoughts rolled
from higher ground to low!
Then reality’s curtain fell;
my needle tired to stitch
the past when love was good
but life ran beyond the needle
and instead stitched time
within my soul

:: E.P. ROBLES (c) 2018::

:: 05-15-2014 ::
:: 10-20-2018 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXVIII

We are all born into a dream
so deep that most never awaken

:: 04-04-2014 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXVII

confession: my life is emotion more than words which i write
that emotion speaks to me  more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better   a feeling sometimes, a little
  just a kitten needing milk   and others, a beast untamed
  nothing can stay it’s rage   a prisoner am i; a soul cage
emotions — my dwelling hole and at times the mountain peak
but often middle ground — therefore when you speak to me
know i am feeling each word that, emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue and a written word- better

:: 04-04-2014 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXI

There within the meadow
beneath the weeping willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
there within the meadow
beneath the weepy willow
saw rebirth of soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and the willow cried
“what soul once chained
— NOW FREE!”

:: 04-03-2014 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XXX

my part a half of whole
a thought a slice of more
that my life lived and soared
my part your half our none
an emotion : the wave of ocean
that my life becomes
Life and as one
what more
than one and whole?

:: 04-03-2014 ::
rev 07192020


A HUNDRED POEMS – 029

DEVASTATION;
utter beauty that what you do
unknowingly you do to me
Butterfly-lash deep pools
eyes of jewels stares within
my soul — which you do

What fragment-time!

The world vanishes while my soul
so near to you!

Love, my love, devastating love!

:: 04-03-2014 ::
Rev: 03-06-2018


A HUNDRED POEMS – XIX

IF I were a broken soul who could mend me?

The cobbler down the road?

with his crafty skills and many tools,
the awl or maybe stretching tool?

He surely would know — and should I go?

My shoes, so worn but my soul so full
of these empty holes!

My Cobbler, sir!

Repair my soul,insufferably

i plead!

::12-24-2013::


A HUNDRED POEMS VIII

NOT  a goodbye my sweet birds
but that season’s  change
o’er time
           and human need
the burrow may borrow
what little warmth
         of heart
But the sun sees a vastness
of grand love we give Her
so not a goodbye
little ones but a promise
for tomorrows!

:: 03-22-2014 ::
Rev: 03-18-2018