Robert Ronnow


Robert Ronnow Poems

81. America The Seeing-Eye Dog 12/31/2014
82. Providence 12/31/2014
83. The Summer Noosphere 12/31/2014
84. Two White Wines 12/31/2014
85. Okay Love 12/31/2014
86. Election Day 12/31/2014
87. Born Again 12/31/2014
88. Can Poetry Matter 12/31/2014
89. Who Should I Thank? 12/31/2014
90. Eye Of The Tropical January Sun 12/31/2014
91. The Poet's Family At Her Funeral 12/31/2014
92. The Burning Of The Jews 12/31/2014
93. Prose 12/31/2014
94. Year Million 1/1/2015
95. Enemies 1/1/2015
96. Cameron Diaz 1/1/2015
97. Immigration 1/1/2015
98. Yogurt And Honey 1/1/2015
99. Nature's Intelligent Partner 1/1/2015
100. Not Like A Figwort 1/1/2015
101. The Scariest Stanza In All Of Poetry 1/1/2015
102. Let's Work The Problem 1/1/2015
103. Defiance 1/1/2015
104. Uncertainty 1/1/2015
105. The Happy Tectonics 1/1/2015
106. Wings Of Desire 1/1/2015
107. This Summer, As Ever 1/1/2015
108. Watching Homer Struggle 1/1/2015
109. F(X) 1/1/2015
110. Popper V. Niebuhr 1/1/2015
111. The World Without The Self 1/1/2015
112. Shade 1/1/2015
113. The Force That Placed Us Here Cannot Be Trusted 1/1/2015
114. Supermarket Celebration 1/1/2015
115. Either Way 1/1/2015
116. Four Word Poems 1/1/2015
117. Jack's Commitments 1/1/2015
118. Anomie 1/1/2015
119. Robot-Assisted Surgery 1/1/2015
120. Mom's Eulogy 1/1/2015
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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Thesis: Strength Endures

thesis: strength endures voids and emptiness.
strength constructs no homes (antithesis:

if your house leaks then on swollen days
in sullen seasons there is no home for you)

there is endless repetitious women's strength
enduring endlessly there is this paradox:
strength is the void endured and consequently

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