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Three poems by John D Robinson.

CONVERSING WITH CLOUDS

I AM HAPPY IN MY HEART THAT GUIDES ALWAYS, HAPPY IN RED STREAMS, GLOWING LIKE FRESH CEREMONIES, I AM HAPPY IN THE RAINS OF BLURRED BONES AND THE SKY-BLUE OF TREMBLING VISIONS, I AM HAPPY IN THE DAYS OF REST AND THE QUIET OF CONVERSING WITH CLOUDS AND OF SMILING GRANDCHILDREN, I AM HAPPY IN MY HEART AND IN THE MYSTERY OF NAMES, I LIVE IN COMFORT, FOR THERE ARE NO STRANGERS.

 

THIS I DO, NO MATTER WHAT

For the Poet Frank Lima 1939-2013

I CARRY THE TICKING SHORES OF YOUR SPARKLING TREATIES OF BROKEN TEARS ACROSS MY EYE-LIDS THAT TAKE FLIGHT IN THE BURNT MEMORIES OF YOUTHFUL BLUEBELLS, I CARRY THE DIARY OF AN ANCIENT HUMMINGBIRD SINGING IN THE COMPANY OF FORGED WILLOWS THAT BOW BEFORE THE ELOQUENCE OF SNEEZING MEADOWS AND I HOLD, JUST FOR A MOMENT, THE RAVEN’S GLANCE OF ALL THAT SHATTERS IN THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE TWIN SNOWS OF MARCH AND I COME BEFORE YOU, HUMBLE AND ALIVE AND AS A POET, HOLY&INTOXICATED, I SHADOW BEFORE YOU, LIKE A POEM OF TRICKLING BLUENESS, LIKE A PALM OF GOLDEN WINE AND I KISS YOUR GARDENS AND CLOSE THE GATES OF BEAUTY  BEHIND ME.

 

HOLIDAY POEM

Perhaps I should’ve fixed some fences and tended to the gardens or painted the brickwork and should’ve cleaned the bathroom and scrubbed the floors and oiled the squeaky door hinges and washed the windows and cleared the guttering of leaves, I should’ve cleared the pathways and wiped down the kitchen cupboards and cleaned the oven; instead, I thought of the advice that Nanao Sakaki offered and I sat quietly for hours at a time, day after day, and I listened to nothing and I listened to everything, I felt and thought nothing and everything and knew that I had tumbled into a well of stillness and rippling smiles. But maybe, at least, I should’ve have kissed the branches of stars and dated the pages of destiny, instead, I read some Sakaki and just sat quietly like a lucky happy idiot aware of endlessness.

 

Hastings–born and still a resident of the town, John has been writing poetry since the age of 16. His work has appeared in magazines, newspapers and online publications and he has also published eight books of poems, a novel and a book of short stories. He has a new book of poems, Converses With Clouds, due out in November under his own imprint Holy&intoxicated Publications. Copies price £10 can be ordered directly from him (johndrobinson@yahoo.co.uk) or through online retailers such as Amazon and Waterstones.

 

 

Posted 17:21 Wednesday, Sep 17, 2014 In: Poetry

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