Bad Movie Poem by Robert Ronnow

Bad Movie



We should have gone outside instead of watching one
of the sillier, senseless, meaningless movies it is possible
to rent or buy. Winter or not the fields and woods
are at least real, commensal and understandable if
you know the genus and species. Know the genome
and biome. Learn the physics and music.

But this much reality requires an escape, hence
bad movie. A bad book is better than a bad movie.
A good movie trumps a bad book, but a good book is
      best
and a great poem trumps all. Will my son Zach be one
who applies the scientific method? Can Aaron explain
God's intentions to the people? Their mother and I will
       wait.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: escape,mother,movie,music,real,reality,silly,son,winter,woods
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