Robert Ronnow


Jet, Cracked Paint, Tea - Poem by Robert Ronnow

The clouds take a little blue from the sky
beyond, how beautiful the weather makes life
seem. The sky is where the soul goes when
the mind runs out of destinations. We love
the mountains because that's where the earth
meets the sky. If you just watch the sky
an hour each day, lie back in the grass,
you'll never be ill. When it rains your face
becomes a holy bowl. Once I was a beggar, no
cares, by railroad tracks. They too disappeared
into the sky. A small town you could hold in your fist
on the prairie. A big city easy to hold in your mind
when you're in the sky. The clouds take a little blue
from the sky. The sky takes a little blue from your soul...

Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful, blue, cloud, love, mind, mountains, rain, sky, soul, weather


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 10, 2015


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