Biography of Hugh Cobb
Born in NYC and raised in Georgia, Hugh began writing poetry as a teenager. He was first published while a Junior in College. His latest publication came September 11,2002 with an anniverary poem of the terrorist attack of September 11,2001.
Hugh holds a BA in English Literature and an MFA in Theatre. He has taught at the college level, had a career as a professional actor and director and has worked in the corporate world.
Hugh is delighted to be back on Poemhunter! A lot of life has intervened over the past eleven years. I reunited with the love of my life and she passed away in my arms 14 October 2009. I am on life support and am living my last days as fully and joyously as I can.
May you all find what you truly seek. Peace!
Hugh Cobb Poems
An Ice-Bound Heart
Encased in indifferent ice glacial heart beats slowly, coolly caring less about others' needs than preserving spirit's isolation;
A Poem To Honor St. Valentine
If youth could age's wisdom ken, & age could know youth's fire again or age could Old Time's hands turn back T'would then be youth with time to spend
Heart's Song, The Inadequacy Of Words
How can I express the inexpressible? Paint with words a portrait of my heart when I think of you - Not the pulsing muscle
Your icy reign almost an end, stolen bride prepares her return to light.
Japanese Garden On A Warm December Night
Late December night unseasonal, almost balmy I step into the small Japanese Garden in the center of three buildings:
From A Window
The window presents a view: various shades of verdancy; bright yellow green to deepest pines & a thousand tones in between.
Dancing With The Tao
A river or mountain brook murmurs over stones, a mystery of tranquility
Lines, A Riff Of Consciousness
'Crossing the line' - what does it mean, exactly? It's the ultimate situational-dependent phrase. Lines are always moving, shifting, changing form from straight to circle, arc to tangent...
The Miracle Of Smallness
(for Cathy) It is remarkable: fragile wings beat air; send ripples resounding through time & space;
I Thought It Would Rain Today
I thought it would rain today sky hanging low & threatening but like a bully w/o balls it merely blustered:
Another Victim Of Chemical Warfare
How must it be to see with compound eyes: myriad images of the same view each with a slightly different focal length? How can your nervous system not overload,
Worlds Are Altered...
Worlds are altered, not destroyed: physics echoes metaphysics.
Equinox passed: (a pause so slight if you blink you could miss it entirely.) Persephone has not yet returned to Demeter: Hades is frozen with grief at her leaving,
Making lists - a substitute for action emotion, all human transactions cross indexed kept sterile
A Christmas Thought
Yes, it's Christmas once again:
Commercial dance nearly done
only morning-after sales left,
unless of course you're Orthodox
then you're still caught in the insanity.
Used to be, there was meaning;
something more to this day
something that connected us