My 3 Favorite Poems by Mrs. Robins

Now, I feel that since I'm your teacher, I really ought to post too.  Here are 3 of my favorite poems--each is special for a reason and each had revision, after revision, after revision until I got it just right. These poems have been published and 2 of the 3 presented to audiences in other cities.  Writing is awesome, but A LOT of hard work!  I solemnly promise that these are the only recycled pieces of writing I'll post.  I will be writing new stuff, along with you, all year!

Star Gazing

“Hydra, right?” you smile 

           as light from the full harvest moon illuminates your upturned face.

We trace our fingers on the giant V stretching over the darkened horizon.

“Little Dipper,” you name with confidence while

            sprinkled stars shimmer above, begging you to name them all.

I take your hand, almost as big as mine now.  When did you grow?

“ That bright one, a planet?", you struggle for the name.

            I don’t look up, the solar system can’t compete.

 You are all the wonders in the world, neatly wrapped

in a ten-year-old boy.  Eyes bluer than far-away fiery cosmos, a mind

as big as the Milky-Way, and a heart where all my

love, worries, hopes and dreams orbit.

“Mom, which one?” you ask, gravity pulling me back.

“Jupiter, Saturn, Mars?” I name them, all miracles,

  but none greater than you.

Sano

part of a collection on 9-11

The sun shone

brightly the day hate

sliced down towers, creating

a wound bleeding

falling men,

toppling concrete, twisting

steel.  Splitting hearts open,

stealing beats, snatching breath.

Screaming women silenced by wailing

sirens, smoke-filled terror

sending waves of shock across

a stunned nation. Deaths of countrymen

shown to the masses. Silent

witnesses gaping in horror as a

skyline disappearing,

pain blooming like a rose.

Insomnia

A bear, 
shaggy with midnight
darkness, comes stomping into my 
room at night.
Shaking my bed, he plops down his giant
behind, surveying
me with hunger.
Moonlight reflects off 
his jagged teeth, he opens
massive jaws as I quickly
feed him my insecurtites, flawed
logic, overactive imagination.
Chewing, gorging, inhaling, 
finally burping his satisfaction.

Seeing him clearly now, 
moonlight illuminates 
how silly he looks all 
fat and bloated--
I peer closely, 
he is licking his stained
mouth, swiping a paw
across his wet nose, staggering
in exhaustion.
He moans as his stomach 
distorts, twisting in 
agony with indigestion
of my thoughts.
I begin laughing.  He is huffing, 
sulking his way out of my room.
Smiling, I fall asleep.