Poems from Robert Bloom
Glides through air that
Guides its wings in fluid
Tides towards a place that
Hides somewhere along the peripheral
Sides of the
Sky.
Why...
It was a quick drive to the mini-mart
Amid the cold, desolate, lonesome dark
Where all the stars and all the lights
Shined bright and white...
It was a quick drive to the mini-mart
Amidst the cold, desolate, lonesome dark
Where all the stars and all the lights
Shined bright and...
Dearest Mother,
Somewhere along the way I lost who I once was.
Homogenized-
Glued to the crowd as a
Statistic. Dissapeared within a...
It starts green.
Healthy,
Vibrant-
An emerald sea stretching for miles.
It rusts into a copper red.
Aging,
Burning-
A sea of molten...