Robin Bennett Poems

Thick vials of color, paramount to evil plans-
hours spent gazing at a black canvas
surgical precision, each stroke methodical
to reap the greatest rewards.
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My pain grows deeper as your voice rises,
As sanity bounces off weary blue walls, I paint
a fleeting glimpse of an absurd woman. I stumble
to find a matching sarcophagus, to preserve
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fine wine
ripe grapes on vines
colors of royalty
drifting in lyrics of a Hendrix phase
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White hot lights
interrogate my-
interrupted brain
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I remember when Grandma died
as if was yesterday. It's been
twenty years already, and I
can't forget even one detail.
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Pull yourself up a chair
let your thoughts fly free-
a sad tale
about a girl named me
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Slipping deeper
into silent madness-
winds of change
gust a final gasp of chill
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A citrus sun rises
against the flaxen sands
Billowing waves of aqua
paint the pristine lands
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When the dust begins to settle in say-
One hundred years from this very day.
Will you be at my side wrapped in eternity;
Or shall we stay soaked in uncertainty?
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Tis vision draws it closer upon sight-
Now for each man to set his tired eyes so weak,
Upon treacherous evil, well contained fright,
Bellowing waves the call of names, Seek!
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