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Robert Ronnow : Writing

Monk's shaved pate

Monk's shaved pate

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Monk's shaved patethick pelt around edgeleans over book leans over book above riverreciting lines, reading scriptures, preparingfirst fo..
Morning Chores

Morning Chores

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


As if the sun intended this habitual tendency to make the body healthy I do. First, the brain believes itself what a mistake if it's blue. The e..
Much Like Living

Much Like Living

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


It was with almost joythat I watched at my father'sdeathbed. His struggleto let goof his body and thoughtswas like being at a birth.But now I'm not so..
Nature's Intelligent Partner

Nature's Intelligent Partner

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The wood is stacked for winter.One way out of the mind's limitationsis through other minds' contemplations.The books are stacked for winter.Yet even t..
Negotiation

Negotiation

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Chipmunks, squirrels collectingbitternut hickory, chirpingagainst a small owl cruisinglow beneath the trees.Everyone has gone this morningto school or..
New Mind

New Mind

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The mind is the bodypaying attention to whatit is seeing and doing.Morning tea, unemployedwas one thing twenty years agoand another now, two babies.Ye..
Night

Night

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Whereas last night the full moon made the night resemble a cold dayToday clouds give the night its old shrouded, crowding demeanor.Ghosts stalk the fo..
Night Drive Home

Night Drive Home

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Night drive homeno cars behind or aheadthe day had been satisfyingvictories, compromises, achievementshalf hour to homebubble of warm air and lightmov..
Nineteen Minutes to Bedtime

Nineteen Minutes to Bedtime

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Jack just had a big fight with his son Zach about it. He saidI'm tired of hearing how you're too tired to do your homework. You'renot too tired to pla..
No cows to look at

No cows to look at

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


No cows to look atI hear the truck trafficEverything changes like cloudsThe page this poem is on burnsComing from the funeral with friendsTalking on t..