1932, May 19 10 A.M. Bright and sunny is the landscape this morning. The apple blossoms lend sweet incense to the air. The lilacs, not quite out, dot the bushes with deep wine color amongst the clean new green foliage. The willows fringe the river with green. The mountains across the valley standing in majesty … Continue reading Bright and Sunny is the Landscape this Morning
O, the Joy: First Mud
O, the joy: first mud! clotting boots, reminding muscle, the muck we’re made of. Posted in response to the Ragtag Community Daily prompt thaw.
The Irritating Delation of Irene Jameson
“Irene Jameson is delational!” This was El Du Duboise speaking. So, you can imagine the eye rolls and groans from the rest of us. We were sipping coffee and Chai at Mamma Maria’s Hot Imbibeeri, most of us trying to prop our eyes open enough to proceed into a day of acute observation and rational … Continue reading The Irritating Delation of Irene Jameson
Eleven Days ‘Till Spring
There is silence greater than waiting for chickadee-dee-dee in winter-ruined thickets Posted in response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt tune
How to Dance
Empty all but pulse and blood from who you are and hope to be. Let drum, whose primal name is heartbeat, prime your pulse. Then walk. "How to Dance" first appeared in a collection entitled Dazed Part of Light, by Lee Robison.
The Nadir of Neutral
As far as I can see is snow with just the darker gray of rock and, under the mountain fog, the dark of darker fir and pine. and near my window the willow the leafless vibrant brown of willow. A challenge to the Ragtag Community word of the day, iridescence. It is just not a … Continue reading The Nadir of Neutral
A Still Life of the Silence Between
She is looking left, a glass of water with lemon wedge. He scowls right, scotch neat.
Over the Calving Yard
Over the calving yard coursing the blue, cold air magpies watch, wait.
A Post Like a Finger Against the Sky
“There’s something does not like a fence,” Jody muttered. Old Brains, the appaloosa gelding, shifted under him, looked back, shook, and took a step to let Jody know it was an idiot idea to stop now with horse trailer, barn, and saddle-off-the-back was just a mile or two down the way. Jody held him and … Continue reading A Post Like a Finger Against the Sky
What Color Teaches
For every blue, a craving burns orange; for every violet, flames a yellow desire; in every hot heart smolders embers of emerald. And every white hunger ashes a black want.
Home of Have, Poems by Lee Robison 