Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,025 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Beside The Brink - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

A joy in the sweeping shallows, in the emptied
And broken throats that once used to hold

And thus pronounce diamonds:
A store of loitering thoughts
And manticores and unicorns and
Other stolen though immortal things:

Cannot you hear me breathing now,
So close and so lost there beside your schoolyard—
Quilled from the beautiful accoutrements:

Inebriated besides the banks of your forbearers
While your beautiful thoughts go shimmering
Like misplaced coins and wishes
Beside the brink.-

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015



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