Again, today, I turn to Theodore Roethke to help me with the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt, "reckoning". Here is his Poem The Reckoning. I find particularly interesting the grammarage of the word "keep" in the last verse. It makes its subject plural--and so suggests that "lack" is a collective noun, that what we lack in our … Continue reading “The Reckoning” by Theodore Roethke
“The Waking” by Theodore Roethke
My contribution for the Ragtag Community prompt of the day, sleep, is not my own. It is a poem by one of my favorite poets of the mid twentieth century, Theodore Roethke. I share this villanelle from the Poetry Foundation (poetryfoundation.org). The Waking, by Theodore Roethke
The Best of the Birds and Bees is a You
It was a challenge for DeeDee And for Jim, her current squeeze, to get down to the birds and bees because when it came to please both insisted on Me Me.
All that Hair and Nothin’
DeeDee of the golden hair just wasn’t there and she was well matched to Jim who’s head, well thatched, also held what wasn’t there. Posted in response to the Ragtag Community Daily prompt: vacant. Apologies to the many "of golden hair" and "well thatched" heads who seek and who manage to fill the glory of … Continue reading All that Hair and Nothin’
In the Begin. . . .
A sound sounds and, sounding, rises, rises sounding loud, loud as the beginning, a beginning that is but noise a noise named God. And God is the sound, a sound full of its rising, that sounds a sound that wants an articulate for the inarticulate rumble of a sounding, a sounding empty of sound but … Continue reading In the Begin. . . .
One Way a Maker Makes
How can you hurry a poem? You can’t. The simmering stew on the fire satisfies sooner. Lovers under the slow moon come faster. The seed of a soul, nine months making, makes quicker. Opening the door on a poem begins with finding it first, only to learn the key has been lost ‘till it’s found … Continue reading One Way a Maker Makes
What Thanks Are For
For Kathy This empty hand, like our home is emptiest when empty of your hand; these awkward elbows, their graceless worst without yours graceful near by me, these knees, would not could never kneel to thrust up thanks to God if you were not what thanks were for; of loins: the nearer yours to mine … Continue reading What Thanks Are For
Fall journey with just these poems and the Universe— Basho, a leaf strewn road.
HAVE, Poetry by Lee Robison, Available at Bookstores or On-line
Have, Poems by Lee Robison may now be ordered at your local bookstore, and is available from WordTech Communications at David Roberts Books. It may also be purchased on-line from Amazon and Barns and Noble in-store or on-line. It is also available from Mightyape, Australia and Mightyape New Zealand. Sample poem Why Poetry? When we … Continue reading HAVE, Poetry by Lee Robison, Available at Bookstores or On-line
This Plainted Land
O plaintive for plainted skies for plaintive waves of plaint, for plaintly mountains plaint above the plaintive plaint. O plainted land! O plaintive land! Plaint shed His complaint on thee And plaint thy plaint with plaint From plaint to plaintive plaint. A review of the American patriotic hymn "America the Beautiful" with apologies to those … Continue reading This Plainted Land