Robert’s Rules For Writing Poems
Memories of
Rhinelander
King Robert fills up
the room
With windy sighs
With lover’s groans
Then setting pen to
paper says:
This is good time.
And like obedient children
in school
We try to write.
He writes we write—
Can we possibly be
wrong?
We scrutinize the
lake
Water lilies with
umbilical stems
Descending into muck.
We enter into
unspoken thought.
Our auras grow large
The room is all aglow
We brighten like a
fire
When fanned by a
breeze.
We see ripples on the
lake
Hear lapping on the
shore
A good time—a sweet
time
To give and to take.
We read our small
efforts aloud
Our words tremble
through the air.
What will he say?
We had all come a
long way
To hear what Robert
will say.
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