Robert Rorabeck

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

Where No Flowers Can Grow - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The parks fill with the cadmium lights on evil sparklers:
Underneath the phosphorous sin,
The phosphorating pinwheels of really American holidays,
I can see the innocence that hasn’t been banished,
And so I go to the other side of the park and am alone:
The swings have been removed, like the teeth of my love:
How will I ever eat a candied apple again,
How will I joust through the groves. Now in the light of day
My parents are coming over to see my new house,
But Sharon is still a young mother in Colorado: Listen to these
Airplanes gliding like self-aware rain, touching down just
As quietly as new lovers in a new bed,
While the peonies blossom underfoot in the cages at the zoo,
But they will soon be taken over by the cool semidarkness of
The banyans; but it is even more beautiful where no flowers can grow.


Comments about Where No Flowers Can Grow by Robert Rorabeck

  • (5/2/2010 12:26:00 PM)


    I like this Robert. But you still have this penchant for using the last line of the poem as the title; you do it quite often, which can be monotonous after reading several poems. I clicked onto the poem next to this one and you did it there too. You're too thoughtful for such a lazy gimmick as that. Work on creating interesting titles that compliment or offset the poem, or even deepen it. Truly, the 'last line as the title' trick compromises a good poem. -LP (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 2, 2010



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