been busy editing the new poetry collection "I" soon coming on Middle Creek publishing in Colorado.
this poem is in the book:

who am I

who am I to dispute the fact
that I am you too
that I too
roll like dark thunder
between worlds scolded by light
never perceived nor called for
by other here entities than I
and I running
insisting on prevalence

grass rolled into green dragons
fuming at the I door slamming
on the way out to nowhere
Ramses will not interrupt
nor will the incarnations
of human void and silence
tender wistfulness
is all that is left
there is no river to die for

Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2018-06-29 at 23:29

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"worlds scolded by light" is a fresh and wondrous phrase!