Robert Ronnow Poet Verse

Entropy, Quiddity

My anonymity runs deep. The world
without the self. What a relief! Simple 
sky blue belief. Simple as this headache.
Truth, laws, physics. God’s first and only words,
wafer-thin old moss-covered stones. Amen 
to men. Where a man is at no matter what. 
Now and then a baseball game, night of love.
Knowing to whom, for whom, one is bespoke. 
It’s a simple secret shared, longevity, 
watching for the smoke to be black or white. 
Keeping busy, forgetting to fear death, 
giving up desiring to be touched,
belonging to the loved ones and wooful war. 
It too may be a sign to go on alone.

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Alison A Smith September 1, 2026 at 4:45 AM Robert, this is a wonderfully contemplative piece. The philosophical contrasts you have drawn—balancing profound concepts like entropy and mortality against grounded, human realities like a headache or a baseball game—are incredibly effective. The fluid, unbroken 14-line structure carries the reader through your thoughts perfectly, making the quiet acceptance in the final lines resonate deeply. A beautiful, thought-provoking read!