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A Poem by RobertRonnow


Author: RobertRonnow
Created: November 06, 2015 at 07:08 am
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: Free Verse | Writing | General/Other
Upload Stats: 4.5 Stars by 1 users with 1 comments and 139 views

Under-sky sleeping, bone keeping  

In the holy spot
with the sitting rock
there is oak. Out
where humans live
there is shagbark hickory
and maple.

Ants climb the rock.
August, and young birds
are quiet when the parents
celebrate the flowering
weeds. Next come
the seeds of autumn.

I am here to name it
and know it and help it
to grow. True, these mountains
are my grave. A good grave
to go to.

The crows have been
in conference, again.
A jay, blue, pokes
a hole through reality.
There I find the sumacs
fruiting and the male sex organs
of the Queen Anne's lace.

Company of flies, so
intelligent. Two abandoned
farmer's fields are wide as
Alaska. Is there one
who could name
every flower here?


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ALEXJLOCKWOOD
November 06, 2015
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Sumacs - a word I've never heard before, so had to Google. As well as the Shagbark (had to be careful typing that due to the vagaries of British English) Hickory, and Queen Anne's Lace, which I though sounded like one of that monarch's undergarments! So thank you for broadening my botanical knowledge
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