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Sara Robinson Poem
Asymmetry is
a plump wren perched
on a thin branch
contemplating
a ripe strawberry
stilled on a table
In its serene
pose does
the wren feel
ripeness or see
the redness or
is the setting
just a pas de deux
for one
Copyright © Sara Robinson | Year Posted 2016
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Sara Robinson Poem
A seamless sphere of perfect shape
no outlines of troubled nations
no borders confining an outbreak
it peers not into the future but in
every turn with every angle it
shows the present A perfect
momentary capture of anything
that falls into its orbit not trapped
really but held somehow until
the moment is broken when the
captive steps or flies away
and once again the globe returns to
its passive state this globe of no
remorse this globe of no anger
or death offers not itself as any
instrument of fate but in one
glance on its surface a human
can see right into the reflected
eyes distorted and all
Copyright © Sara Robinson | Year Posted 2016
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Sara Robinson Poem
Ready, Go
If a crossword puzzle clue has to give me writing prompts, then so be it.
I’ll consider myself prompted.
Uncle Wiggly reveals what the Brits call At Sixes & Sevens. But if the man is wearing layers,
is this just the opposite of being confused? What if there was a ripped T-shirt named Desire, on the back. Holes on the front did not erase Sp o o ner.
Are there fancy curves in the desert? What about fancy cooking kettles?
What you hope you do not bring back from spring break.
Poets are not good at digesting polystyrene, but darkling beetles are.
Locations where you can find pit bulls, cheap.
Locations where you can get stitches, cheap.
Locations where you can learn empathy & kindness, even cheaper.
But you have to pay in cash, up front.
Brother Sp o o ner has a vinyl top on his dark blue Miata. Yesterday he saw
A new red spot right over his left ear. He hopes Miss Bronte did not notice.
Don’t speak to him of blasphemy.
He worships his car & cash. He wants an Arabian horse next.
He needs lot of cash.
Plastics % polystyrene may not be good for the planet,
but then neither are some people.
If it means trading in your name to move to a western ranch
& learning how to sling a lasso, then do it.
Forget throwing a rope over a tree. Aim for the steer.
Find a can of garbanzo beans. Decide that you can spend your life
eating one bean at a time. If you see a zombie cicada assume
it is a hypersexual male infected with psychoactive fungus.
Save your cash.
Don’t make any mistakes, you narcissist, you.
Copyright © Sara Robinson | Year Posted 2024
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