Robert Melliard Poems
|43.||Back To Reality||7/11/2011|
|49.||Filthy Rich 2||8/12/2011|
|51.||A Slight Success||8/18/2011|
|55.||A Walk Without My Dog||9/25/2011|
|58.||On Losing My Brother||8/19/2012|
|65.||Poems As Nuggets||5/6/2014|
|68.||Forests In Asturias||5/9/2014|
|70.||You Always Give Me A Five (Only For Poemhunter Poets)||6/2/2014|
|73.||Holding The Fort||6/5/2014|
|75.||Too Much Drink||6/5/2014|
|76.||Shadows (In Memory Of My Brother)||6/7/2014|
|80.||On Learning Of My Daughter's Illness||9/12/2011|
Comments about Robert Melliard
This Economic Crisis
My son has given up his job:
he survived for almost a year
but finished up stressed-out.
He worked fourteen hours a day
for 1,500 euros a month.
He is a land surveyor;
he studied for five years
to get his degree.
That was his first job
and he is disillusioned.
One night they kept him in the office till 5 a.m.
then he had to go to work again at 8 a.m.
and measure accurately all day.
If he made a mistake
the company would lose money
and he would be responsible.
Another night they had him measuring by lamplight:
the job had ...
A Winter Prize
Today was perfect blue on white
(clear sky against great snowy peaks) .
There are paths we could have taken.
But we had some things to do
(gardening and repairs and paperwork)
and so we missed the loveliness
this cold, bright day had offered,
as if we'd won a kind of lottery