Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,238 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Arts And Crafts - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I will buy you a house next to my house besides
The dear ways next to the next summit of my high school—
Even if you never even see ourselves
In the dayrooms of our otherwise pigeon holed shoulders:
This is how it happens with our vanishing
This how everything we were never meant to believe in
Came to pass across the thresh holds of the rainbows
Until there was just no more time for
Us across the brilliantly lit graveyards—until they held
A newer and brighter summer for the reindeer and
The unicorns and the stewardesses:
Until the whole day of the world became too bright—
Until cousins began accounting to cousins—
And it kept being too dangerous—
And the moonlight spilled over the cuffs of her bedrooms,
Until she figured out there was as of yet another way
To survive—and she found that path—without me—
Without anyone—a commercialized angel—
Another way to remember the motherhood of the cut
Roses through the estuaries of the perfumed lotuses—
Just the preclusion to the amusement parks of my novel estuaries—
Another sad delight into the moonbeams of the playgrounds
Into which we were all too many to keep all of ourselves together
And satisfied by
The arts and crafts of the lakes that men of their gods made anyways-
The illusive fanfares in the brightest enamels of all of the elements
Spinning around and collecting themselves to the reindeer
That never had to be here anyways.

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  • Justin Reamer (5/16/2012 2:30:00 PM)

    This is a very nice poem. I think it really evokes an emotion, and it presents the way you feel about a relationship that was lost. It is eloquently written, and I think it defines your abilities well, Bret. It is beautiful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 5, 2012

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