Hugh Cobb Poems

Encased in indifferent ice
glacial heart beats slowly, coolly
caring less about others' needs
than preserving spirit's isolation;
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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
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How can I express the inexpressible?
Paint with words a portrait of my heart
when I think of you -
Not the pulsing muscle
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Your icy reign almost an end,
stolen bride prepares her return to light.
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Late December night
unseasonal, almost balmy
I step into the small Japanese Garden
in the center of three buildings:
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The window presents a view:
various shades of verdancy;
bright yellow green to deepest pines
& a thousand tones in between.
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A river
or mountain brook
murmurs over stones,
a mystery of tranquility
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'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...
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(for Cathy)

It is remarkable: fragile wings beat air;
send ripples resounding through time & space;
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I thought it would rain today
sky hanging low & threatening
but like a bully w/o balls
it merely blustered:
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