I Saw the First Robin

I Saw the First Robin

A Poem by LR Young

I have no fiction to spell
no hacksaw that severs nails
from the crown of thrones,
the education of rosebushes
or thorns, piercing palms
when seeking to collect blossoms
or the leather-fawned hills,
that freckle-frosted, lie
in pale decay; I saw them
when driving home, on my way
to put a chicken to roast in the oven
like a whole gift; to fulfill flesh
muttering about growth and green
under their breath, knowing
the patter of death, the quickening
as birth, the pushing red
and the peaking into the world;
panic is of no use to empty
spirits, to empty egg shells.

© 2010 LR Young


Author's Note

LR Young
http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2010/02/12/read-write-prompt-114-all-over-the-map/

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intelligent and lovely . . . you've moved on to greener pastures but your words are still here

Posted 10 Years Ago


Panic is never of any use. A feeble choice.
Children must be feed then grown with
our words.

Gorgeous work,
Jack/Sanand

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Briefer than the general run of your work, but there are wonderful juxtapositions aplenty--robins and roast chickens, spring and death, blossoms and decay. Intelligent and lovely in its construction.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I saw a robin the other day, fat little thing . . . far from the first one though

I like this one, it seems within easy grasp where some of your work is taller than I can reach.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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LR Young
LR Young

Boulder, CO



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LR Young completed her Masters in Literature in Spring of 2009. Her current emphasis is poetry, the intimacy of words and string of consciousness revelations, rhythm and imagery. It is just as Ginsber.. more..

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