Category Archives: Personal
Where Are We?
Where are we? About halfway to Ft. Benning, Georgia, the “School of the Americas.” Before we stopped I was reminiscing about the first time I was busted. My seatmate and most of the others on the bus were not born … Continue reading
Pre-election Jitters
I listened: This is a time of fountains, of babbling brooks, of rushing rivers. I watched: the full moon and clouds, on the holy sea. I felt: Fog. For today: predictions. For tomorrow: a prophesy. Bright morning star, Great eastern … Continue reading
Bois de Boulogne
I wrote this song in Paris, on a college vacation. It was never sung, except by me. It needs music. Here the children play, their cries are keen enough to leave the grasses newly mown. A ring of trees defends … Continue reading
New Year’s Kiss
Begins with a haiku. New Year’s Eve. Both sick, exhausted, in bed by 9. And then she kissed me! Usually I kiss her, a standing kiss since with my MS and her tiredness, neither moves much in bed. That kiss … Continue reading
closer
Closer, til our heartbeats merge and the sky sways.
birthday
It’s your birthday, so sing a new verse to your life’s song.
saying ‘farewell’
Saying your farewell to the lover you still like: hard – a frozen lake The haiku was inspired by reading a collection of letters from Drusilla Lynne Young, between 1968 and 1970, after I moved from Hartford.
Carolton Manor Nursing Home (three haiku)
Christmas, ’95, I sit with Mary’s Mother In a nursing home. All leaves turn. Some Before they fall. So says The nursing home. O Fates. When my Time comes grant me a week To say goodbys.
Gratitude
I wrote this a Buddhist recitation. I chant it daily when I do my morning exercises. More than I could guess, I do in my years with MS. So … I have an attitude – gratitude.
Jon Robison Poetry 