Robert Ronnow


Robert Ronnow Poems

1. For Spring No Hesitation Is Great 12/3/2014
2. How Cool! 12/3/2014
3. Absolutely Smooth Mustard 12/3/2014
4. Alive 12/3/2014
5. Crows, Bluejays And Pigeons 12/3/2014
6. East Harlem To The Grand Tetons 12/3/2014
7. Jet, Cracked Paint, Tea 12/3/2014
8. Mirrors 12/3/2014
9. The Listener 12/3/2014
10. Thesis: Strength Endures 12/3/2014
11. Under-Sky Sleeping, Bone Keeping 12/3/2014
12. Under Mummy Mountain 12/3/2014
13. Upside Down The Ancient Bole 12/3/2014
14. Silence Of Winter 12/3/2014
15. Late Summer 12/3/2014
16. Pokeweed Waits 12/3/2014
17. Cosmo's Moon 12/3/2014
18. Grand Canyon 12/3/2014
19. The Rwandan Dead 12/3/2014
20. New Mind 12/3/2014
21. To Fail Well 12/3/2014
22. Certain Days 12/3/2014
23. Avoiding Beautiful September 12/3/2014
24. Much Like Living 12/3/2014
25. Eastern Tent Caterpillars 12/3/2014
26. Home Schooling 12/3/2014
27. All Soft Feathers And Flight Muscles 12/3/2014
28. Organization Man 12/3/2014
29. Belonging To The Loved Ones 12/3/2014
30. The Self 12/3/2014
31. Ectopic Heart 12/3/2014
32. We Like Trees 12/3/2014
33. Man's Mood 12/3/2014
34. Snow... 12/3/2014
35. Rhodora In Winter 12/3/2014
36. Words For Birds 12/3/2014
37. Lawn Party 12/3/2014
38. The Writer Working Hard 12/3/2014
39. Negotiation 12/3/2014
40. The Art Of Appreciating Snow 12/3/2014
Best Poem of Robert Ronnow

To Have Loved Mary

Today is Sunday and I'm going to the ocean
or maybe not. Definitely not doing the laundry
or maybe I will. Moss and even a small tree
grow in the rotten stubs of the pier pilings.
The city is Seattle and it has a macho airport.

Give me the comfort of a moose knowing its
water supply. The mosquito's acceptance of its position
among a million mosquitoes. The pool of stagnant
water that remains one with the mothering ocean.
I drift on the air, less than a seed, a bacteria.

Or I am human, big dick, big brain containing
universal philosophic affidavit. ...

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Not Enough Heat

Not enough heat. Snow. Cold. and now rain
on Tuesday morning. traffic sloshes to work.
it is cloudy for the second straight day. the snow
was magical only for an hour. businesses might
have closed. now it's melting in a cold rain.

is the city depressing me? i ride the subway
and the people no longer seem beautiful. the noise
is just noise, no longer the power of God. i sit

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