Robert Rorabeck

Rookie - 362 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Amber Beacons - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I awakened up again today to hear another voice,
The same old voice clapping and making forays: the jungle of birthdays
And smoking candles like the incestual waters of a forest fire
Burning upside down:
They say I have all of these pains but it’s just because I wear such a
Heavy crown,
While all the cheerleaders slumber, while they beat their first under the half
Opened shells of bridges,
While Alma also rests, more beautiful than any of them:
Alma, the soul of a lighthouse, saving even heroes: her world so bright green
But hidden, her bedroom I have never been to- her man of so many years
Coming back to her like to palms meeting in the prayers and the amber
Beacons that Alma brings.


Comments about The Amber Beacons by Robert Rorabeck

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 2010



[Hata Bildir]