Robert Ronnow : Writing

Love and Death and Governance

Love and Death and Governance

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


First Living OrganismAnyway, there is love and death and governance. With the birth of my sons, love was fulfilled. There is no romance left in love f..
Man's Machines

Man's Machines

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Might as well go to market.Gather money, kindling. The economyscary, debt deep, winter coming. Remindsme of my youth, cold poor and scaredbut living t..
Man's Mood

Man's Mood

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Generally cheerful institutionsschool and hospital, The Constitution,roadways with their yellow stitch lines.Order on the mountainside, in the city,th..
Marines Call to Say Hello

Marines Call to Say Hello

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Marines call to say hello,impress. I'm over 35 but my boys19. They could go: Hide!One moment spent tying a shoe,another dying, gunshot wound or poison..
Material Life

Material Life

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Absolute science and art of being whole at one and under no delusion that mankind (or nature) give a **** whether you..
Max Joy Marries Minnie Pain

Max Joy Marries Minnie Pain

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Kissed his student.Punched his friend.Accused her lover.What if China's navy asserts control where our navy also patrols?Should we concede the South C..
Meditation

Meditation

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


There is no religion in meditationbut it's worth visiting with your mindin the morning. What will you find?Equally, think about the moose and nation.C..
Miniature Juniper

Miniature Juniper

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Although I hardly gave it a thoughtI didn't really doubtour miniature juniper, a bonsai,would survive our desert vacation. It ..
Mirrors

Mirrors

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


i like to dress for an imaginary girl(we will meet each other soon) by putting ona silk tie with subtle Chinese birdssewn in.she may be picturing me ..
Mom's Eulogy

Mom's Eulogy

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


It's already hard enough to say anything accuratelywithout further obfuscating and camouflaging the soul.The faces in the funeral pews are impassive, ..