Robert Rorabeck

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

Swinging In Her Tomorrow - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

It seems to be keeping things together:
The fox in the eyes of the girl who isn't even here:
In the playground before the sea:
The only thing that is hiding all of it from her is
The manmade dune that seems to
Say, "I will protect you." Well then the sun
Smiled—and the lights came out
That had previously been selling off of the
Ferris Wheels:
This was the most beautiful joy in the world
And it wasn't even his—
And as she swam in the shallow abysses—feeling
All of a brevity that wasn't even joy—
I remembered the echoes of another's knuckles
Rasping upon the thresh holds—
And whatever joy that may have once been—
Left as if it was a clouded airplane from
Her eyes—and set off for those parts
That were barren and without swing-sets:
And whatever joy there remained, swinging in her tomorrow—
Happened to listen without her,
And kept talking to itself—as if she was already home.


Comments about Swinging In Her Tomorrow by Robert Rorabeck

  • Ashraful Musaddeq (8/27/2012 12:25:00 AM)


    I remembered the echoes of another's knuckles
    Rasping upon the thresh holds—
    And whatever joy that may have once been—
    - amazing 10+
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  • (8/26/2012 9:40:00 PM)


    Bret, what have you added in your poems to make the readers to feel it! As usual nice to read! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012


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