Before dark or star rock or water before the wings of the sky floated over the earth I was called to a calm that mimics stillness but is eternal motion to stillness that mocks death because it wakes in the womb of dawn Because the sun is the eye of an immense bird that flies […]
Just as day starts fading night draining the sky of light a red throated hummingbird whirrs in sipping the cosmos blooming just for me Rayn Roberts
What have you done, little grey wing Flown the dark Atlantic to Cordoba Heard the poetry of Lorca Stolen a song of some ruiseñor Returned with them swelling your breast? Again, to the moon’s full glow Accompanied by crickets, the songs Filter through the lemon tree. The mockingbird awakens me. THIS is what I MEAN!!!
Sometime before the land turned away from light The wind in the wild mustard slowed The sun, being where is always is, the moon too Twilight and moonrise were in me. Something small and quick sprang and ran. The long grass bent as I watched the urge to chase Corner and kill rise and fall […]
A Girl Makes Origami I sit before the blank page Of the soul Waiting to fill it each day I fold minutes into hours And poems I fold dreams into cranes I dare say And let them fly away…
I Create Heaven For a little chickadee Feeding from A blissful pile Of premium wild seed And though it Never heard it From a book Of holy words I am the God Of small brown birds. Rayn Roberts 2/25/17
The long hours of your drinking are now the short hours of my sleep. Sleep covers me with black sheets but your latino voices startle my ears. I would cry out the window, ¡Cállate!, but civility prevents me. So amigos, I still up with you Hearing the riot of your banter Pretending I’m a writer. […]
The right wing and the left Are pitted so fiercely against each other It’s scarin’ me half to death, Some talking civil war, others revolution– Politics is for the birds: An eagle needs two wings to fly, there’s Too much tweetin’ goin’ on!