Jonathan ROBIN Poems

AS I ENJOY THE JOY OF KNOWING YOU
Nestor endured two hundred years despair
Awaiting joy, anticipating you.
Tristan Isolde took within his care
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Who’d flow through harmony no rage
should know, nor need safe haven seek,
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Superficial state,
as Seurat, draws dotted line
to anticipate
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From tryst trust reel’s revealing years
Time’s aeon yugs tug laughs from tears,
towards twinned timeless insight streams
instant intense prolonged by dreams.
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Inspired by sparkle sent by smile which charms
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Before wan weight of waiting worms one's mind
to karma and coincidence thoughts fly,
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SOLSTICE SEASON
September's solstice season spans scene set;
Extends through autumn to white winter; leaves
Photo's synthesis as summer grieves,
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Post-modern culture lessons few has learned
Years stretched to centuries times forty-eight
Raising structures daring Time's 'dew' date.
Alas tide heralds dust to dust returned,
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Stone flakes to sand, and mountains melt to mould,
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If 'me' may be, if not un me[t], as least not knot me, if mind can candle hand maid entrancing universe unto itself, may the universe be a mind unto itself dispelling compelling spelling, and, if so, can it mind that minds can cant, or cannot decant Kant, or encapsulate insight along a dotted line frame form spurning former formal form frames as fresh fusion transforms chaos confusion into fractal cristalline cohesive constellation of potentially potent - howbeit not omnipotent - energy sub-particles?

Verbal wake-shake makes time while taking time out for its own acorn ache sake discarding corn flaking rhyme. Chronological water sheds logical s[l]ips and fed [c]artesian well from the Titan Chronos' legendary meal, filching from the Gods that from which they themselves once partook, spinning topsy-turvy from the asteroid belt, through Saturn's blue and green rings to beyond Andromeda and Sirius, semi-seriously hemistitching itself to the Way, scorning sapiens� Plutonium planetary sell-out as spin spin.
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