Robert Ronnow : Writing

The Summer Noosphere

The Summer Noosphere

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Wet nights, warm days are what we want in the summer noosphere.Man's mind one with weather.If this is true, life is good, or will be good.Can I be enc..
Sunset

Sunset

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Sunset, quiet, exceptfor happy birthday to neighbor's child,virgo, and all that means, purityof morality, inability to scheme,whatever else the stars ..
Supermarket Celebration

Supermarket Celebration

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Supermarket celebrationshoppers are cytoplasm searchingfor cellulose, muscle, photosynthesis.Oils, petrochemical and vegetablelove: faith and trustfor..
Take the Ripe Plum

Take the Ripe Plum

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


How far from nature and life it isthe gray clouds, airplanes in themthe night cooing and pigeons roostingSirma's garden gone to roses and seed ..
The Terminator

The Terminator

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


One leaf fallsholographic illusionacross time the Terminator travelsto shape Sarah Connors' destiny.Heart attacka common enough destinyas common as yo..
Janie Huzzie Bows

Janie Huzzie Bows

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


thesis: strength endures voids and emptiness.strength constructs no homes (antithesis:if your house leaks then on swollen daysin sullen seasons there ..
This looks like jump to me

This looks like jump to me

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


You are a cockroachyou are a big cockroach crawling up a pegboardthe kitchen light suddenly shinesand you must get through to the other sidebut testin..
This Summer, As Ever

This Summer, As Ever

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


This summer, as ever, there's much to do.But only one or two things I want to do.I told Alan that, like him, I'm never bored.But today, like a teenage..
This World of Dew

This World of Dew

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


I see a green tree. It is all I want.A dry rocky mountain and a hawksatisfy. To die spiritually inthe hot sun and the body go onclimbing. To take the ..
To Eat a Continent Is Not So Strange

To Eat a Continent Is Not So Strange

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


1Waves could wash away certain blue memories but they're too blue. Today I've sat in two places, my heart full of you and how in the night under a hal..