Robb Tyler

sometimes
it looks like
bright flags
and laughter
other times
it’s like tall
walls and
dead iron,
but sometimes
the greatest
act of defiance
we can conjure
is to bloom and
blossom, unfold
in our full color,
wherever we’re
able to find
the cracks.

... because life has
only the meaning
we choose to
give it,
how terrible
and wonderful
to be the cause
and the answer
for all our
desperate
prayers.

we’re so
lost now
we can’t
even say
just how
lost we
really
are,
we
can’t
remember
where we started

I’ve been looking
so long at these
almost pictures
of a bird that
I’ve come to
feel they’re
real rather
than just
rhyming
across
time
as
way-
points
on our
shared
maps &
journals,
description
and memory
are always
empty tombs
of what was
never is.

...sometimes it feels
like scrawling notes
on a burning wall...
adding to
the ashes
for future
rummagers
& armchair
archeologists
to sift.

sun burnt
old bones,
dried out
branches,
and rusty
bits of
metal
all
piled
and
hung
like
almost
art

The devil
is in the details
‘cause that’s where
we all have to
live it,
down in
the seconds
as they stretch
into hours,
down
in these details of
rain drops smearing
across windshields
& catching little sparks
of street lights as she drives away from
them while he
still sits still
beside
her

No.37

Ever and again he finds
flotsam rolling in the surf,
stooping, calls it “self”

#poem #poetry
#americansentences
#haiku #art #writing #folkart
#seaside #flowoflife #flotsam
#makingupmyself

We are
the reluctant
gardeners
but
we owe ourselves
& our children
better tools

No.36

Thick ceiling fan throb,
crisp hum of wires in the walls-
somethings can’t be shared

#poem #poetry
#americansentences
#haiku #art #writing #folkart
#postmodernsoundtrack
#emptyroom #alone
#happyalone

It’s in the hands;
the way we hold them when they are empty sings the song
of how we fill them
all day long,
the way we fill
them so they
don’t have
to be so
empty,
and what we
do with them
when that
inevitably
doesn’t
work.

#poem #poetry

Writing haiku
on demand
and
bringing our
kinda’ games

No.35

Birds can not tell us
how to grow feathers or fly-
still, we need their songs

#poem #poetry
#americansentences
#poetryliveswhereveritsread
#haiku #art #writing #folkart
#birds #augury #beauty
#beautyforbeautysake
#birdsongs

No.34

My Children’s children
will live under a night sky
alien as mars

#poem #poetry
#americansentences
#poetryliveswhereveritsread
#haiku #art #writing #folkart
#rocketlaunch #spacex #futureshock #backyard
#nightsky #augury

If I were
you
and
you
were me,
we’d still
never be
enough
for one
another
and
that’s
fine.
However,
if I were me,
but REALLY me
and you were you
but really, truly you,
we’d find our
way to far
softer &
content,
like well-
fed child-
ren in a
garden

I’m so glad I got to see Instagon today!

ablutions
in a mud
puddle
might
wash
mites
away
but
this bird
has threats
much larger
than a mite
but
his clan has
no song of
these threats
that they can
sing and
so
he’s
never
dreamt
of them.

I chuckle
with full,
wet eyes
and watch
myself molt
right back
into me.

#poetry
#poem
#mistakes
#doitagain
#parenting
#itsasloppythingbeinghuman
#poetryliveswhereveritsread

No.32

This myth of straight lines
and guides that can be trusted
finds us lost again

#poem #poetry
#americansentences
#haiku #art #writing #folkart
#usa #2025 #interestigtimes #falseidols #lostourway

Sometimes,
through
no fault
of my
own,
I’m paying
attention
enough
to see
there’s always
something
to see.

#poem
#poetry
#miamiaz
#moments
#eyesopen

I found
this timeworn
treasure of
words
while
wandering
and
wondering
with dusty friends
on wabi sabi streets.

It’s settled
into place
in both my
heart and
home;
It is a terribly
human thing,
each turn of
page finds
me staring
at
myself

still
there’s
this photo,
like desert
dry bones,
daring me
stop with
pretending
tomorrow
always
comes
after
today

and it’s
marked
down to
half price,
which only
proves its
point

🚨

then,
this paced poem
of passionless
prognostication,
preparation for
known perils…
Like an ode
to ALL the
buses we
didn’t even
know we
were on
until long
after we
should’ve
been gone…
#poem #poetry #foundart
#safety #interestingtimes
#usa #americatoday
#firedrill

And then,
this lonely
shopping
bag floats
into and
out of
view;
a single note
symphony &
wordless
sonnet
about
costs
paid
longer
than a
pleasure
ever lasts.

#poetry #poem

No.31

He has built cages
of the passing years to hold
unremembered dreams

#poem #poetry
#americansentences
#poetryliveswhereveritsread
#haiku #art #writing #folkart
#birds #cages

I’ve wanted yellow boots
since my early twenties…
life took some turns and
they just didn’t fit in my
world for almost a lifetime
and change…
they do now
and I’m just
delighted on
a dozen fronts!

No.30

Moonlight has taught him
that he often hears the truth
when there’s less to see.

#poem #poetry
#americansentences
#poetryliveswhereveritsread
#haiku #art #writing #folkart
#cats #backyardlife

No.10

⫎Thrifted🌟Treasure⫍

Here, at the end
of so many things (including Sullivan St.)
a YMCA has been reborn a small vintage shop
full of rich cyphers
laid down slowly in
successive layers
of dusty zeitgeist
and generations
rolling down an
endless hill
towards
sunset

Sometimes,
I see a thing
better in itself
when I see its
shadow.
Sometimes,
I appreciate
my yard full
of folks, art,
and music
most while
sitting here
alone.

It’s another
human thing…
this sloppy way
we so often see far
much better from afar,
from just
out of
reach.

No.9

⫎Thrifted🌟Treasure⫍

For three hundred dollars
and a laps of judgment,
you can own this
neglected poem
written in flesh
and myths
of men.