Two Poems by Robert Savino
Dust of Dreams
Dust still lives
at the site.
Families of responders
who dug deep
into their hearts
find treasures of humanity
by the air,
the every breath of hope
doses of chemo
to fight shadows
walls of life
and oxygen cocktails
An aura of spirits
circles the sun
sheds tears from clouds
passing the skyline
and in the moonlight
winks at unwavering believers.
On the Know Ledge
Prose knows how to be straightforward
arms stretched to the edge of the border
take words for a stroll without stopping
at structural walls to stub a toe
make turns, easily, in and around everyday corners.
I can digest Hemingway and a hero on my lunch hour.
Poetry is more formal, stands erect
seldom reaches the edge of the border.
I find some poems to grow legs at night,
want to dance, smother me in syllabic stress,
force me to back step in rhythm,
walk night streets on metric feet.
There I meet prose poetry . . . imagery without verse,
where boundaries blur,
looks like prose . . . reads like poetry
all things Shakespeare might stir in a cauldron
poetry & prose
a broth of wisdom
and boil to bubble
O wonderful, wonderful, As You Like It,
most wonderful wonderful
this cocoon of identity and diversity
bringing down the curtain with loud cries of excitement.
Robert Savino, Suffolk County Poet Laureate 2015-2017, is a native Long Island poet, born on Whitman’s Paumanok and a Board Member at the Walt Whitman Birthplace. Robert is the winner of the 2008 Oberon Poetry Prize. His books include fireballs of an illuminated scarecrow, his first collection Inside a Turtle Shell and recently published No Distance Between Us, a bilingual collection of Italian American Poets of Long Island.