Poems by John Robbins

         Once Upon A Distant View

She sat at the window viewing life at a safe distance .
Everyone has a audience and to random a passerby she was that for the moment.

How we fade from view slip through  the cracks to settle in roles we never understood this life could cast .

I understand this woman far better than I can grasp the social climber of this life .

I believe I caught a glimpse of her from her third floor view .
She was a haunting sight .

I was with another .

But still I never forgot her name .

I remember the the street below and as from 307 we once together shared that same view .

Here’s to the forgotten and beloved as whispers of the past hold their own weight .

You are etched within my thoughts as I am erased from yours .

It was nothing more than a glance .

 

          To Understand Alone

He took his walks every evening like clockwork .
Always upon the water and always alone .

He came back home to a shell .
He no longer turned on the TV .
It had even less to say than himself .

Sometimes he eat most everyday he drank .
He had the phone turned off .
Cause there was nobody to call to begin with .

He still listened to music he began to write less .
For even in his thoughts he was alone .

He didn’t fight it he just accepted his station in life .

And withdrew from it more with each passing day .

Eventually he would vanish altogether .
Till someone would discover his body only to publish in a  obituary he died alone .

Sometimes we overstate the obvious .

The man who discovered him will go home and call a friend to have a few drinks at a local bar .

He really doesn’t feel like being alone on that day .

 

                  Love A Storm

Before the rain as the winds kick up and others run like chickens with their heads cut off .

Seeking shelter fearing the wrath of nature I usually prefer to have a seat mix a drink and welcome the chaos.

The best storms are like jilted lovers fiery in nature and void of concern.

The smell of the earth before the rain a perfection none can describe and I embrace her nature and understand it will destroy you eventually .


A true work of art is always dangerous and seldom in control.

The storm is a truth we must understand and far to many ignore .

I have rode out many upon these waters as far to many men have before me .

Like a old sea captain or pirate I am but at her mercy .

If I fall tonight then I go out happy.

There’s always something perfectly tragic in love and a oncoming storm.

 

         Indiana As You Were

You looked at me as though I were a ghost you were not prepared to see.

The view was hollow .
The words were few.

I brought you those items you left behind .
Dropped them at your feet .

And decided to excuse myself for another good binge.

I wasn’t prepared to face it either.

We all deal with shit in our own way.

And the silence spoke more than two fools ever could .

Dreams are meant for the sleeping not for fools such as myself.

You didn’t run behind me .
You simply allowed me to leave as I did you so long ago.

Except there was a honesty in my departure you yourself could never seem to convey.

I didn’t wait to see your response to see what was in that box.

I never did believe on ruining a great surprise.