Robert Rorabeck

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

The Echo Of A Carnival - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Alphabet and tongue of rain—cleaning the indescribable
Rabbits in the aloe:
Toads underneath the mailbox—
Toads used to be tadpoles—Luckless ixoras in the garden
That has become so over grown—
My mother in the carport that has become a tomb—
Ghostly light of an ethereal yew—
Her arms over spilled with the grandiose disillusions of
The moonlight—
Her two or three children asleep in their one or two
Rooms—
The road leading down into the darkness—
The forest sweeping like brooms—
She hears the echo of a carnival from her grottos—
Bending to pray—knowing that her dark prince will
Be home too soon.


Comments about The Echo Of A Carnival by Robert Rorabeck

  • Rookie - 136 Points Romeo Della Valle (4/20/2012 6:46:00 PM)

    God Bless You Mr. Bret R. Crabrooke! You were born a gifted man and also blessed! I always admire your Wisdom and creative ways in every one of your works! I have not had any time to really read some more of your impressive works but I will soon! Your works are very inspirational and touching! This amazing write is a proof of my believe and fact! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep inspiring the World with more of your thought provoking poems! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! http: //www.romeodellavalle.com (My Visual Poetry webpage-please check it out when time permits! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 21, 2012


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