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A Poem by RobertRonnow


Author: RobertRonnow
Created: November 03, 2015 at 07:29 am
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: Free Verse | Writing | General/Other
Upload Stats: 5 Stars by 2 users with 3 comments and 249 views

Crows, bluejays and pigeons  

Crows, bluejays and pigeons
talk this morning. Closest we come
to wilderness here. Autos screech
and sirens scream. Only 7 a.m.
My fat belly and possible cancer
worry me. With a few months
to live, I'd search the wilderness
for some wisdom I missed. Or
plain beauty of natural randomness.
Knowing that, why do I remain
in health? I must devote my
present to my future existence.

The bluejays complain long after
everyone else is silent.
Love and friendship need the body
and society. You belong, you want
to belong, three days in wilderness
and you gladly return to
lovers' arms and plumbing.
But one day you die. And this
is the ideal independence you sought.
This death is the pristine aloneness,
the untouched wilderness and
freedom from necessity! And
it is certain. You do not save
for it. You do not worry that
you may miss your opportunity.


© RobertRonnow - all rights reserved

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dazedforever
November 04, 2015
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Damn!
This poem gave me chills!! It is poems like these that make me glad to return to this site. A look at life and death and everything in between like nothing i've read before. All the inevitable truths are here...unabashed and stripped of any fanfare. Your words reach out to a deep place in me. Thank you for sharing!
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JohnCreekmore
November 03, 2015
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Don't forget taxes
The poet has given us here a meditation on death, which, if stanza 1 is to be believed, has stepped out of the background for him. His longing for the beauty of the wilderness as a contrast to the frenetic urban landscape is replaced by insight in a great line in stanza 2: "You belong, you want/ to belong, three days in wilderness and gladly return to/ lovers' arms and plumbing." Then he speaks the ultimate truth for all of us: "But one day you die." He then finishes the poem with a bit of comedic irony on the fear of death. It is, actually, "the pristine aloneness, the untouched wilderness and/ freedom from necessity!/ And/ it is certain. You do not save/ for it. You do not worry that / you may miss your opportunity." God, I hope the travel agents don't read this. Forest Lawn will replace Rhine cruises as the vacation of a lifetime. Very well done.
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rancorgrove
November 03, 2015
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Lovers arms and plumbing, I love that line. It speaks of both the heart and a pragmatic mind that is finding balance.


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