Trio

A set of three trippy word jazz pieces, words used for rhythm and meaning...Enjoy!

Trio


quiver perm



swivel surly
surely swivel
little devil
give quiver
to pause
find timbre
render real
subtle substance
non abiding
soul abundance
tangible yet
non residing
non existent
forget before
future relinquish
release and tend
you matter now
enter nowhere
there, there
Supper! …        Supper!
Ahhhhhmmmmmmm…mmmmmmmnnnnnnnmmmmmmm?
My Lovee…
Purrrrrrrrrrrr
Purrrrrrrrrrrrr
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Mmmmmmmnnnnnnmmmmmmm…
…..     …..     ….              ..                                   …..





Oh!





Spring Falls




The golden moss
has strolled these
ancient stolen stones
many weary road worn feet
turning the trees away
from tunnels
wind gusts the
premise of next time
and the maybes
talk amongst themselves
reason longer, longer
maybe this time
like a ONE armed
bandit or a bird
of could be
pull a switcheroo
find the sinking
feel for bottom
let waterfalls flow
come to rapids
rushing heavy
steady sinking
near collapsing
fear implosion
let you go now
in the hammock
always present
ever near you
least expected
arms of surrender
unawares Woman, Man
Love is Away!!!!!!!







So What…




I’ve got
so much what
of peanut butter
goodness
a clean lick
with patience
in timeless
moments
you can count
on me by
the watermelon seeds
I have swallowed and summoned
their fruition
surely one
pendulum
day long sway
up I move
into just the perfect position
here under the microscope Sun
I will bud and flower
just by being here
of course I might burn to a crisp
in the trying process
gradually I’ll grow to respect
and embrace a slight,
even, balanced Tan




foreshadow


 

Reviews

[Dani California]

You have rendered me
absolutely speechless with this one my dear,
though as you can see,
my fingers have not lost their voice!

You,
are a genius.
a bonefide..
literary genius.

You have one of the most..
unique imaginations
I have ever encountered!

Amazing, what we percieve as real,
but is not really real at all,
or ...
is it?
It's real at that very moment...
I think about such things....
What is real,
what is not,
is this entire exsistence
based on my imagination
or yours?
or theirs?

Amazing write! AMAZING!! :):)

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Interesting work, twisting and turnin throughout the piece an excellent display of talent.

[The Dark Priest]

This looks:
much like,
the soliloquy,
I'd share,
in my,
originating site.
But yours is great. I love your style, and your devotion to word my friend.

[Janice Ann]

You capture such uniqueness...Your thoughts are just amazing! And Dani is completely correct when she say you are a genius! You continue to amaze sweetness...always!

Janice Ann

[Freedom]

this is sure a lot of fun. I love how the lines all lead to one another..you cant separate between them. What an interesting flow! Great work as always, Robin.

[Drifting Blue]

I see what you mean. You horny little devil you. Actually you're quite literate and worth reading. I love how you mesh these disparate parts into a unit revolving around the wonderful and marvelous trouser snake. Seriously though, good stuff. mmmmmmmmm....

[Gandré]

the first one was my favorites, fast paced joy, down to the senses ! well done !!!

[Michael X]

this writing has to be read more than once in order to appreciate the craft put into the subtle detail..
trio... this writing speaks sustain and survival..such depthful analogy draws the reader to delving pondering..
there is a rapturous enigmatic ambience about this writing.. it is the jazz thought in focus

a rhythm that plays the notes of drawing thoughts into the moment of.. there is an aspect of travel in
search of found through this writing.. in the first stanza it is nurishment.. second stanza.. is the search
third stanza is coming to terms of enlightenment..but metaphorically can mean something completely

opposite.. i enjoyed how you left this writing open to specific interpretation..because the
last stanza really speaks to the reader in way of bring the vision full circle..full spectrum

[Periac]

good sir you have gathered intelligence and painted words all over it....spoken here in 3 absolute utter bliss.....poetic genius....i will not begin pulling out favorites for it captures to much interpertation to me that i end up smiling with froth exiting my mouth

[D. Nelson]

im... well.... stunned. this is an amazing use of words, keep it up. i feel like i could read this over and over again... and i did.

"wind gusts the
premise of next time
and the maybes
talk amongst themselves"

i can never forget those words, really the entire second movement is amazing.
you are a true artist. able to paint a vivid and elegant picture with only words. terrific write.

[Emily Rose]

I really like the way this trio fits together. They seems so different, yet the differences bring out the similarities. I got a feeling of searching-speculation-acceptance from these three: the first deals with a lot of metaphysical stuff things that are "non abiding.../non residing non existent" and gives an air of thinking about things that are physical in terms of things that are not. The ending seems to be dealing more with the physical realm - "supper!" and the noises of contentment, surprise, etc. The second one transitions smoothly into a more firmly philosophical frame of mind, comtemplating "the premise of the next time/and the maybes" and then moving on to physical things and linking them to abstract concepts like love. This takes us into the third poem, that, while still inspiring thought, does not deal with such deep thought as much as the mundane tribulations of everyday living, like how to achieve a perfect tan. For this reason the third poem was the easiest for me to understand and relate to. I feel like I'm sort of grasping to understand the meanings of the first and second poems but only scratching their surfaces. This is good, though - it forces me into thinking and I like to think :-)

As usual, the language you use is astounding and I continue to be amazed by how well your words fit together. There are points at which I would appreciate some punctuation to use as a road map, but your poetry seems to defy punctuation the way water rolls off of a duck's oily feathers - there's too much there to really be punctuated and the layers of meaning would somehow decrease if you put up detours and stoplights to control the reader's thought process while it's being read. All in all, excellent work!