Robert Phillips (born 1938) is an American poet and professor of English at the University of Houston. He is the author or editor of more than 30 volumes of poetry, fiction, poetry criticism and other works. In 1998 he was named a John and Rebecca Moores Scholar at the university. (Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)
Instrument of Choice
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~She was a girl
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~no one ever chose
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~for teams or clubs,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~dances or dates,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~so she chose the instrument
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~no one else wanted:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~the tuba. Big as herself,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~heavy as her heart,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~its golden tubes
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~and coils encircled her
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~like a lover’s embrace.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Its body pressed on hers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Into its mouthpiece she blew
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~life, its deep-throated
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~oompahs, oompahs sounding,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~almost, like mating cries.
I’m not familiar with him, but Q would say, he’s just another reason to appreciate Texas. In fact, this morning we listed to a whole album (seriously, vinyl, on the record player!) called The Spirit of Texas. 🙂
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Ever think you’d like to move back there?
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We think about it all the time. We actually planned on it, out to West Texas, but we need to give ourselves more time to sort this place out.
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I absolutely love this poem. Thanks for introducing me to this poet. Judy
https://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2015/06/05/happily/
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Glad you liked it. It’s sadly sensuous, isn’t it…
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She made her own happiness, created her own romance…and her own world that enveloped her.
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