The Adolescent Epiphany Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Adolescent Epiphany

Rating: 5.0


Show us how to see the colorings your dreams wear,
When you travel far away
Across the silent land your eyes hide when resting.
Find a way so that we can come with you,
And be the man you hold hands with when sleepwalking.
For if you go across the Mississippi
Barefoot tracks the muddy banks
In a heavy down pour,
Far away from where the cars’ headlights
Are a blurry procession conjoining cities,
Let us meet you halfway on the flooding delta
To whisper as raindrops caressing
To kiss the foolish brow to become so lost
To not even see us when we pull up
And open this door offering a dry land
Where you could spend awhile
With the naiads and paramours
We have collected on the other side of the canal
Since our child-hood.
This is where your lost brother lives,
To where your toys have gone missing.
There is a meaning to this menagerie of truancy,
As we are coming now in a patchwork melody
All the things you haven’t thought of before
For so long, reappearing like the adolescent epiphany
And this is true that we never knew you,
Though we have gone around and around
As best we could trying to figure you out.
When you eyes are closed is the best time to see you,
For you appear to us a lost child
On the wind swept hill looking upwards
As the futile zephyrs attempts to motivate the heavens.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
okeydokey #3 28 January 2008

beautiful...that is kind of...the word that comes to mind...i really enjoy the word art...an indirect story of sorts...good job...

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
Close
Error Success