Poems from Robert Bloom
The phoenix sun combusts-
A burning jewel
Settling into
Its rocky crown.
A child's eyes
bore deeper and
glisten brighter
than even the
healthiest
of mountain irises.
I awake
To the urgent tone of my mother’s voice
Telling me to rise. The sun
Is already casting its blinding light
Into the room,...
Words are words are words are words
and cannot be unspoken.
Yet never mistake their worth
as a valuable currency- the token
Of those...
And I was hers, and we were each others. She was the flatscreen placed in metallic irony in the family room, and I was the remote. Each...