Robert Ronnow

Peace Out - Poem by Robert Ronnow

I can't blame the teenage girl for being forward,
then passive aggressive. It shouldn't make one angry;
she has her interests and that which bores her.

Or the adolescent boy for being antsy, a little loopy
and aloof. Under that hat he wants to be good,
is deeply disappointed with the world (and the food) .

Robert Francis: the finest poet no one reads.
We care not. Such prisms of philosophy need
no acknowledgment. The catamount is only believed

to be extinct. The wildlife tree, a mere bole,
deep in the forest, far off the road, when it falls
takes many squirrel turbines and spider spans down
      with it.

Noon, Julian has nothing much to do
and likes it that way. That way nothing much gets done
Every man, every tree, lives with disabilities.

Crooked finger, rotten bole, under stars, over soils.
The I in my old poems is no longer me. The one
in this one will be someone else soon.

Topic(s) of this poem: believe, care, deep, forest, girl, peace, tree, wildlife , world

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 26, 2015

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