Here's To You Remaining Brother

The definition of a-good morning T.V. a-cat in relax'd
The views at scratch, if, to & fro'
Napping a-tween afternoons
'Twas lit & tries points of useful times
May they all find far doing on a-washing line above
& Hanging out between
The lines going home
To put it calmly mere existence bestows up on
Why-not-so recollect & reflect thee
Half on the seas
For those gone.
Being there but down & around wild winds stays
Nothing-more-so-o'er at seas & lands
Is nothingness clear within connections loose
& snows comfort thru boxers & underpants
Of unawares these gentle romantics hopelessly be ;
Divine things all too well night's dark
Forgets it, that's true plus the cares ; Why So glum?
I welcome Winter dreaming
I'm seeing you got something new
You can see ye discovering, too,
Channels free.

Likes whence-by chance
O why do this in bits boots loose since
Lost & found an empty boat
We are now onto getting older
Oh, be outta one note
& Reminds me better
Outta a-bird mode mellow
Are we not cats & dogs running,
Marching so empty goes to dig it
Lowe's come beholds
How many a-tree goes?
Hi ! there, all around, are you
On a-decorated star & in my chair
Finding well lower'd ;
Sails adrift afar off wider covers
Runs of roses rais'd thornless
When you can feel,
You can heal. Compass
Groovy! It's groovy!
Sings in there me & my shadow
Awesome, It's awesome
Stops dead the presses
Holds all the phones
I seen off the wall
Rushes things to come
It's outta here & a-cat went by,
Pulls on rolls in high relief.
Dreaming easy, warm
Closes its eyes
Works like my dog & hill
Whoa! What if ? &, knew it was,
So possible ! I threw down a-pair
What I do above !
Happening in on a-tree limb,
Mostly opens up its wings.
Sparks hopes for other things ahead
I gots by on hot, cold air softly stirs me
Temperatures in space,
In high reliefs.
Therefore embracing canvas warm,
Golden tips thereof although ;
I brought the shadows
Thank you, for supporting my substance;
My cell phone
Rinty Tin-tin's arrows will show-up their all
Of feathers we go like a-goose
The long chase
Shines thru-out
Embarks to adventures
Times now good
& I puts my coat on that stick O' nonsense ;
A-hat, a-rabbit hole
Are lookin' at this tree,
Afternoon's another snow
Under skies we're turning
Into bells outta magic
Perfect smiles on a-true shield
& I gets my strength from my Lord
Already, May-be; Onwards!
Is a-rolling ship cool
Mine's as well be we birds ruffles
Whatever an iceberg
The fresh ice delivered delights nice

To re-read & fixes for a-halfday floors or roofs
Whenceforth shut'd closed ;
Misplacing it from orders given
There-by are ye buds a-going open
Where those made only ever bows bend deeper
On knots & spurs free
Of erasers gone we slow to rush alone ashore
I saw in-thru-outta tides
White lights often so brighter,
Another thought across now.
A-wooden peg & a-riddle box
Much development
Cuts out squares nail holes flat & fits upright,
Inexpressible stuff done
& thrown off, seems, something leaps;
The years had flown but once
A-wooden egg out on a-bark
That patch'd it up unheard of !
Just can't carry it out, on the walks
& passes breadcrumbs
A-natural course, on the swells
Just like to many an old timers a-fore,
We're not expected to get old & think.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I enjoyed reading this piece of yours, Robert. It does conjure images of what may become of me in my twilight years which are closely coming. Some may see a bit of themselves in this work as well. Thank you for sharing your art.