Robert Rorabeck

Rookie - 450 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Then A Whisper Of A Sea - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Subterfuge of romance, because what other sort
Of subterfuge is there: all at once running away from war,
Running into France,
Looking at her gondola underneath all of those soft lights of
Romance:
Looking up her body like along the soft pews on Sundays:
Looking along her body and seeing her secret rosaries; and kissing
Them,
And speaking to them as if they were a soda fountain of your
Unborn children,
While the sky just fumes: while it is packaged by cool jets;
While its bodies of seraphim divide to multiply, like schoolyards
Of tankards of jellyfish in the sea;
And I wish so many times that I was better at these amusements:
Wish that I was really taking off all of her diamonds of her old
Times and speakeasies:
And this is all she is, folding down like fresh laundry in the dorm room
Of her freshmen,
Trapping her like the innocent nuances of all of my neophytes:
A dime of blood, a ruby seed, a blushing point and then a whisper of
A sea.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 24, 2010



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