Art comes
In spits and spurts you know
No not the kind your thinking
(gutter tramp!)
In shining rays of light
It seeps
Deliverance from shrinking
It comes in dribs my love
In drabs
And then a black mare torrent
Its heart breaks here
They forage
There
Directed by abhorence
And street wise men
With tilted caps
Sit doe eyed as they natter
Across the glen
In papered boats
Now loved in their grey matter
God help the meek
And then the poor
Who ride on heaven’s thunder
A time steals in
To catch a theif
And wrench this thing asunder
Juilee Pryor, 2 months ago
oh ahh love it
Tania Rose, 2 months ago
A great read!
LisaG, 2 months ago
I’d have to quote the entire poem, to outline my fascination and sense of, OMG you’ve written my heart and mind…and if I could nod anymore my head would roll upon the floor.
Such eloquence and truth is found in each of these lines, you’ve placed side by side to form a fucking masterpiece….
STUNNING
Paul Compton, 2 months ago
Wonderful Robert. I love the “black mare torrent” metaphor immensely. Great writing.
Robert Knapman in reply to LisaG’s comment, 2 months ago
Ahhh LisaG what a thing to say… a fucking masterpiece indeed ,) You are stunning. Bless you.
JenniferB, 2 months ago
I will have you know Robert, that I’m most definitely NOT a gutter tramp! LOL
An orgasmic, spitting, spurting poem dribbling dribs and drabs of brilliance.
Robert Knapman in reply to JenniferB’s comment, 2 months ago
Would I eva presume you to be such a creature? Thankyou J. x
Robert Knapman in reply to Paul Compton’s comment, 2 months ago
Thanks soul Paul. Cheers buddy.
Christopher Bi..., 2 months ago
you write so photogenically, it apeals to me greatly!
butchart, 2 months ago
beautiful visuals robert.. i always have to read your work several times… for the joy of it and to work my way through all the layers of paint that you apply…........... peace and light…......b
invisible, 2 months ago
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ! and FOR WHAT YOU DO ! .....will be back soon..
i’m back to family’s home for a short visist ….