I Walked With Robert Frost

With eyes closed, conscience suspended,
Inhabited by fleeting moments splendid,
I walked with Robert Frost, sigh,
White hair, he wore a blazer, no tie,
Standing in humbled stance only a few feet away,
He was engaged to my cousin, how? I could not say,
May and December,
I envied her –
To live among gentle genius,
I would have thrown her under the bus.
I wish we could have exchanged words or signs,
Perhaps he would have read a few of my lines.

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About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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8 Responses to I Walked With Robert Frost

  1. Bastet says:

    Believe me dear, t’aint always easy to live with genius…but I understand the sentiment…great poem! 😉

  2. Oloriel says:

    This was wonderfull, Shaini!

  3. Great inclusion of the wonderful Robert Frost!

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