Julia Robinson Poems

Unable to stop the whirlings of the innards
reacting to this,
commenting about that,
overflowing with memories of past joys,
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Mr Big Foot
escaped his tender
with beloved cleverness
running free
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Sunsets of fire
bathed in azure.
An island rests
on white marble
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I
The snake
rises from the cave
to lie bathing
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I got used to it
so that I liked
no one caring:
airs opened
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Silence behind the music
moving like the waves
alone we hear it
when free from the world
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I

“Sixty two”
I marvel at my friend
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