‘Rare Dreams’ and Other Poetry by Dean Robbins The Society September 19, 2015 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 3 Comments Rare Dreams I’m looking through the window of a plane in which I’ve never been, nor ever will; staring beyond a wing that is not there into a sky I’ve never seen nor care to see again; above clouds strangely still, dropping a soft and steady soothing rain upon the midnight silent house below, in which I lie still as those clouds – rare dreams in which I know nothing is as it seems, hearing the drizzle outside my window. She Sings in the Dark She sings in the dark, and I need no light but the glow the music shines from her heart to her eyes and her eyes to the night, and there are star-like sky designs from dancing fireflies. Emily For Jeff Moyer’s dog Emily sits and waits patiently as she can, then wanders room to room for glimpse of but one man who left hours ago, promising to return, as happens time to time. Now, Emily’s concern is the eternity passing while he’s away. Emily sits and waits forever…or all day. Annual I’ve tied the rose bush to a fanned arbor and bled my hands for the trouble of reaching where thorns offer no harbor, and all knots tied must be double. Ever the price for hands aching to hold beauty necessary as breath; fleeting, fragile, far too willing to fold in acceptance of yearly death. Dean Robbins is a poet living in Pennsylvania. Featured Image: “Study of Clouds with a Sunset near Rome” by Simon Alexandre-Clement Denis (1786-1801), Getty Museum. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Eve Chandler September 19, 2015 Beautiful poems, beautiful thoughts. Reply Dean Robbins September 22, 2015 Thank you, Eve. I’m always honored when someone appreciates my work. Reply Brian Ferguson-Avery October 1, 2015 “Emily” seems to work doubly–a poem that works when you read it straight through, and then again when you pay attention to the rhyme. Nice job! A very deft handling of tempered emotion in all of these poems. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.