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Robert Ronnow : Writing

What Have I Seen?

What Have I Seen?

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


1Sunrise, late winterskunk smellturkey flockplayful otter, too.The white herona great blue,white phase,in the abandoned beaver pond.Purple clematisits..
While Sleeping

While Sleeping

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Spring peepersstop peeping. A satellitecrosses sky. One peeper keeps peepingin time to the satellite blinking, an eye.Deep thinking.I crosses sky. One..
Get the Most Out of Life of Pi

Get the Most Out of Life of Pi

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


To read or watch movies, that is the question.When tired at workday's end, depressed about death'scertainty and my recent surgeryunable to contribute ..
Brodmann Area 4

Brodmann Area 4

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


The debate between free will and fate has taken a hard rightturn to neuroscience, Brodmann area 4 the primary motorcortex of the brain located in the ..
Purposes Incomprehensible and Wonderful as These Purposes

Purposes Incomprehensible and Wonderful as These P..

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Imperfect world, purposeless person.I retired to pursue perfectionlearn jazz tunes, woody and herbaceous plants,read every inch of English literature,..
The Wound That Never Heals

The Wound That Never Heals

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Science can't save you, neither can religion,at least Popper and Niebuhr, philosophers and poets,are entertainers, which is why actors and athletesare..
Bad Movie

Bad Movie

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


We should have gone outside instead of watching oneof the sillier, senseless, meaningless movies it is possibleto rent or buy. Winter or not the field..
Lazy, Happy

Lazy, Happy

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


I woke up Saturday joyful at my body's triumphover virus, breathing again without pain and enjoyingwinter and the cold that keeps us sane and sober.Bu..
All the Worlds There Are

All the Worlds There Are

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Just watching raindrops slapping leavesis better than anything requiring electricityincluding fame and posterity. Mondaymorning I walk over to the art..
Lawn Party

Lawn Party

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


A robin hops, looks, pecks.Looks, hops, pecks.Pecks, looks, hops.