Robert Charles Howard Poems

Every child of nine knows
the universe is a jagged shape
edged by home and park
and school and market -
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It wasn’t really John’s saw
that carved the branch into fire logs -
its blade severing rings of time.
The saw was mine but just like his.
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Spear shafts splintering beneath its collapsing hulk,
the mastodon crashed to the earth,
roared its final lament and fell silent.
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Turn the lock
take a short walk
pluck a blue plastic package
from the lawn.
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Flight came so easily
when I was a boy of seven.

I'd hover over sidewalks, cars and lawns
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for my parents with love

Such a grand and festive lady
that steamer to Put-in-Bay
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after Untitled by Ruza Bagaric,1996

The nude on canvas
sits by the window looking out,
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Boethius wrote his tripartite definition of music in a prison cell awaiting execution.

Musica Instrumentalis.
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Richard strained his eyes
and watched his deliverer
merge into misty shadows.
Never would he know
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Decked out in chiffon and lace
young Ella, named after mom,
never felt so grown,
rushing to mother’s call -
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