In response to a random poetry prompt found on Threads.

Tears carve
streams behind
my eyes
filling my heart
with pools that
taste of salt
and sweet

Robin J Phillips, Jan. 30, 2024

The measure 
of a life

not length
but width
or depth
or love

not there
or then
but here
right now 

   Robin J. Phillips, Jan. 6, 2024

I stepped outside with Kai during
the eclipse. I had forgotten, but
was soon reminded that
something connects us all and it
was sending me a vibe. “Whoa,
Kai, the porch is so dark. The
shadows so long. The colors so
vivid. Let’s still go out, buddy.
Slowly. Carefully.”

Robin J. Phillips, Oct. 14, 2023

This is what a day should be
Warm in the sun 
Cool in the shade 
Leaves turning 
red and crispy 
and the air smells like love 

So beautiful  
is this day that 
from here to forever 
I’ll call it 
by your name

        Robin J Phillips, Sept. 24, 2023

My friends went to a Zucchini Festival in West Stockbridge, Mass. There was a poetry corner and I was inspired. This poem is also an ode to Joyce Kilmer and things I memorized in 5th grade.

I think that I shall never see
A veg as dull as zucchini

A cucumber that looks at God all day
Crying ‘why did you take my taste away?’

Bring on the pasta, tomatoes and spice
Lord fry this squash to make it nice

Hide the taste but please be stealthy
Cause Mamma says these tubes are healthy 

Robin J. Phillips, Aug. 13, 2023