Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Rob Schackne #88 - A Private Man One Evening At The Club

A Private Man One Evening At The Club
                             “The final value of action is, that it is a resource.”                                  
                               Ralph Waldo Emerson

The mist gathers in advance of the storm
Nature is closing down. Things go quiet
Rain begins. The soul has found its resource
Two little bugs bouncing on the high seas
In the cup on the hard 14th hole. Which part
Of the strange universe is part of this world?
"Let nothing disturb you. Patience gains all things."
Draw the magic curtains. Ring up room service
Take a shower. Get shampoo in both eyes
Lobster al Vaffanculo. Bananas à la Singerie
Sweet sparkling wine. Forget being empty
Remember a story about Saint Teresa de Ávila
The perfect shower. Slip. Fall heavily on the hip
Limp to the telephone. Lightning shock.


  1. Ah, out of the not so ordinary things...really enjoyed that!

  2. never be satisfied except momentarily, when you write a good poem like this one

  3. Thank you all for listening. (So many hinges on the strange door of this poem. It almost didn't shut.)

  4. I did laugh, so "clever", really enjoyable!

    1. Je sens vibrer en moi toutes les passions
      D'un vaisseau qui souffre;
      Le bon vent, la tempête et ses convulsions

      Sur l'immense gouffre
      Me bercent. D'autres fois, calme plat, grand miroir
      De mon désespoir!


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