2016-02-01

Blue
—a poem by Robert Lampros

Wave after wave, countless,
they roll upon our shore,
the sand rolls under, away
and tumbles to the surface.
I feel your eyes in this.

Am I in orbit like the
Earth, like the moon around
this fiery, watery world,
or is it you who orbits me?
I rise to stabilize what

Falls and loosens, comes
apart beneath the waves,
I try to hold us together
all day, and form a place
to last, to roll onward…



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Robert Lampros is an author of Christian poetry, essays, and fiction who lives in St. Louis. He earned a Bachelor's degree in English Literature from Washington University in St. Louis. Fits of Tranquility, Illuminating Sidewalks, Om-Bork, Afternoon, and Eleven Floors, Part I, are the books that he has published. Robert's work has also appeared in Halcyon, Ray's Road Review, First Class Lit, Taj Mahal, and The Corner Club Press literary journals. Besides writing he enjoys serving God through church and volunteer work, spending time with family and friends, hiking, praying, and attempting to play guitar. His latest book, Eleven Floors, is set to be released in early 2016.

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