E.P. Robles | Poetry

True how love never fades away
there within the dark pines
where everything is tangibly real
as the phosphorus celestial moon
affects oceans & hearts;
as one day is every day —
chasing each other.

feelings
emotions tears from south
& north eating west and east
the rarest of sights: a snowflake
in June kneeing my ship of ta-to-to-too
uncovering my Heart as a ship
with a black cross — a pirate navigating
by way of a silver gull. Still, and so,
i arise before the yellowed-yoke of the Sun!
crying! As i dry my wet soul.

:: 06.23.2020 ::

IF SO
is good
if SO
is comparable to
the lit ferns of paradise i bid good well
and good nights
to hear the dim notes of heavenly songs
flutter through currant bushes as our veins
this pleasant evening of tangled vines.
My sky is a lover — the lover of my Soul:
brush strokes of communion and paints so bold.

The sky is an angel.

and my hand and mouth are so ignorant.

Have patience — no boredom please;
the ink well is full and obtuse.

:: 06.18.2020 ::

W\
 a s/
   it   o n c e
or  t w ice
   Love fettered the lining of
a once golden sun
      when your thin hands touched
this Heart?   Was it once or twice
  i tasted the nectar of your heart?
   if Once then the shame upon me;
if twice — then i agree –> thrice\
was it once?  Was it twice?
    my twisted lips and covered eye
take flight!

:: 06.21.2020 ::