Robert Hensler

Rookie (July 27 1934 / Manhattan, NYC, NY)

On December 21,2012 - Poem by Robert Hensler

On December 22,2012:

Those important words we spewed out like chunks of lava
fell dead as rocks on a desert.
Unminded by clouds, as the bones of dead ideas.

Great thoughts that had congratulated themselves
through a thousand generations of pages just wiffed out
as candles in a windy cave.

Now there are still trees that did not know they were called trees.
And fish that do not know they were called fish.
And lying silent in a green meadow a rusting tractor.

Who names the fish?
And who names the trees?
And who will start the dead tractor?
All cry for a new Adam.

We were condemned and going backwards
to go forward and when
the end came it is the beginning.

Comments about On December 21,2012 by Robert Hensler

  • Brian Jani (5/16/2014 5:53:00 PM)

    Mr hensler Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up (Report) Reply

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  • (1/27/2011 12:00:00 PM)

    We will move forward into the new age with a new old way of thinking and healing! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 14, 2010

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