Jonathan ROBIN Poems

Il dépend de celui qui passe
que je sois tombe ou trésor,
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The fading pall is lifting in the East, -
black bird of night’s departing epiderm, -
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In times of stress essential answers sought
Sudden surface in a subtle way.
Space and time dissolve, or interplay
Unconsciously until the flash is caught.
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Forty-five fragile film frames flickered fast,
Offered fragile existential fantasy.
Rehearsal? repetition? f[o]ray fancy-free?
Timed role’s played only once before cold blast.
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Gather Love’s petals while you may,
old Time locks box, mocks sighing,
blush bloom of youth so lush today
soon sees rush hushed, croon dying.
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Thin red deadline dividing debt
from freedom's thread fails, hammer falls,
hope lies, shattered, heart upset.
Assets scattered, what recalls
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He grasps red flag with crookèd hands,
ring’d by a freer world disbands,
the sickly sickle’s final lands.
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