Tag: poet

The past

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in My Writing

The past catches up to me,hands me an old file,and walks away without saying a word. It takes a while for me to open the file,not wanting memories to take overand leave me unproductive for the night. But when I do, I fall to my knees.Pain, joy, terror, love, disappointment, and reliefall swarm me, taking … Continue reading The past

The stars

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in My Writing

I count the stars, which sounds impossible, but since I live in the city, I can. The night is a brown-gray mix with a handful of white dots. They blink a few times, checking to see if I’m still watching.  I am. Sometimes the red one—Mars—comes out for a hello. A legendary stardust member. It … Continue reading The stars

The seas could stop us

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in My Writing

I kept you in my pocketSafe and warmFrom the frigid, destructive seas Their words shoutedHarsh and coldBut you never heard a wave A hinge shifted underneath usNew and troubledAfter the world turned upside down You fell out of my pocketUnprotected and vulnerableNo longer under my influence You cried that I had left youAbandoned and motionlessBut … Continue reading The seas could stop us

Dicey sea

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in My Writing

The dice rolled a sixty-three.We all cheered as you rose with your smile.You waved like we all shared the same happiness.But in reality, it was only for you. The dice rolled a twenty-seven.The crowd went silent as I stepped up.I was so close yet farther than the sky.To help, they tied cement shoes to my … Continue reading Dicey sea

Dear California

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in My Writing

Dear California,I can’t get you out of my mind.What is it like with all thatgreen and opportunities to spare? Dear California,Are the constellations still in your eyes?Or have you fed us enough lies?Am I really a no one to the moon? Dear California,Reality is not all what it seems.But I hear your laughter three states … Continue reading Dear California

Ghostly goodbye

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in My Writing

I whispered to the wind because there’s nothing left.No words I could sayto bring your soul back around. I mumbled goodbyeand pretended you said it backbecause that’s easier than the truthof hearing silence. Copyright © Robin LeeAnn

An important reminder for writers

by Robin LeeAnn, posted in Motivation

You're not a writer after you sell a hundred copies. That mountain of rejections doesn't define you. You're not a writer once the world knows your name either. You're a writer if you write. Even if you don't write for a while, you're still a writer. You're not an aspiring writer. You are a writer. … Continue reading An important reminder for writers