Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,700 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

One Thing - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Wounded in your everyday throes:
Looking forward, looking back- and all the time
Mad at love,
While something purple grows- through the city’s
Cracks, that fit like gloves:
The young boys through them lost as dimes thrown
Into the lobotomies of department stores:
While something more beautiful becomes lost into
The higher aeries;
And it feels as if for a while she is with child,
So brown and so young,
The night pullulating around her so fat an
So pregnant as if something which was stung:
While the vagabonds file all out,
And the fish that were one at the fair- the golden
And yawning fish,
Are pregnant: at first beautiful, but they abort
Their row:
And on the swing sets the angels swing, over their
Shoulders, tossing their golden things:
While I rode in my car one day with my Alma,
My muse:
And told her: I, who was not a gunfighter, told her
That she was just as beautiful as the see:
But it did not change- it did not change one thing.

Comments about One Thing by Robert Rorabeck

  • (5/12/2011 8:32:00 PM)

    Great poem. Remarkable imagery with plenty of wisdom.
    Wonderfully written. I rate it 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
    Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011

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