Jonathan ROBIN Poems

A sail –
brave paling, ailing -
on the dead sea mirror
of man’s anonymity, -
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Yesterday he strolled along the streets,
Absorbed impressions, filmed them in his mind,
Now is Life's lens shuttered, left behind
Now is life's corpus swathed in winding sheets.
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The day will come when one in sadness waits
A footstep which won't echo any more,
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Churned energies must stir accumulated dust.
Hereafters show scant scope for blossoms fresh to flower.
Aired options in Cornucopia & Co evaporate bare rust.
New mantle don to save eleventh hour.
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What IS, was, what WAS,
will be, wheel turns while Time cheats
all who would cheat time.
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As wheels spin faster
they tune colours into keys,
differences master.
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‘You and I enthrall’
Offers open horizons
Useless frontiers fall
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Verse: a chrys(t) al - id,
halfway-house between
(p) rose-leaf caterpillar
and the Song of Songs
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