PoetryAn archive of my poetry on MediumSunrise, Acrylic Wash on Paper, ©2016 Ronald C. Flores-Gunkle Introduction My poems can be vain, inane, a game: or a way to tame the swirling, whirling vortex of my mind. medium.com A Brother’s Lament An elegy medium.com Wandering Words, Querulous Questions An octogenarian prose poem medium.com A Child’s Rhymes from Other Times Quatrains from a boy’s notebook medium.com Cosmos An alliterative admiration rcfgunkle.medium.com A Solitary Solipsism Can I know you? Can you know me? medium.com Prostrate in Puerto Rico Metaphorically speaking, that is psiloveyou.xyz A Tropical Thanatopsis Light verses on leaving medium.com By Hook or by Crook A poem for the birds theweeklyknob.com Nuit Blanche Ode to a sleepless night medium.com The Sleeping Place On breathing free medium.com Thank You, My Friend A poem of love medium.com Mourning a Luddite Friend In memory of Vincent Jubilee medium.com Me and the Mot Juste When words escape me medium.com Coitus Interruptus A love poem psiloveyou.xyz An Amaranthine Love That lasts a summer’s day psiloveyou.xyz Evanescence We appear and disappear medium.com Joy as a Boy A love poem psiloveyou.xyz On Visiting a Graveyard in Scotland Joss, Loch Lomond, March 2019 medium.com Nocturne A love song medium.com Death Wish My brother died today, It was no surprise. He was so ill for so much time That his death was pre-announced, As all… medium.com Nocturnal Admission Apologies to Seneca medium.com In Commemoration Another birthday just went by Unremarked and unremarkable, Except to note the achievement Of the one who gave me birth… medium.com A Time of Watching Will I sleep? Or will Agrypnia guard Like the hound of Hades The door of unconsciousness? medium.com Penumbra My thirty-third straight sunrise (Yes, I keep count,) But it is the pre-rise that moves me From my bed To watch stars… psiloveyou.xyz Not Forever I rush headlong, No, feet first, Through life, Like every day Is an everyday, And there will be more Where that one… medium.com Somnus Sleep, The repose of death. psiloveyou.xyz Two Minutes to Midnight There is no button Big or small Just a single card Inserted by a single hand into a single slot (Like taking cash from… medium.com Somniloquy “Mierda,” she said, or I think she said: It was not a sound she’d make By day when wide awake, Nor any time before. medium.com Waterfallen The waterfall was small And the tree devoid of odd debris, As if the storm willed me to see Its trunk and branches… medium.com Photoluminescence To photograph Is to paint with light An infinitesimal Fraction of a moment. medium.com No Love Lost I hold no hatred But sing no songs For the progeny Of wolves That lap and drool In droves and dens Upon the lonely… medium.com Memory is a Mysterious Master Or: ‘Ah, yes, I remember it well’ medium.com Witch’s Song Soon the moon Will run and hide. The sun will bide Its tide upon the earth And warm, or charm or harm The child upon… medium.com The Faithless Latin Lover Tranquilo, she said, and I said no, There are doors through which I cannot go. The earth is firm beneath my feet… medium.com Powerless on Christmas It was the week before Christmas And the house was a mess. It wasn’t the cleaning, Of that I confess medium.com Not My Presidente It is not for want of voice that I stay silent, my tongue tied to keep it from licking your luscious (illusory) liberty… medium.com Impression Poem by Ronald C. Flores-Gunkle medium.com Obituary A poem by Ronald C. Flores-Gunkle medium.com A Peacock Oratorio Poem by Ronald C. Flores-Gunkle medium.com Sudden Storm The sun, a moment ago vainglorious, medium.com Idiolect “It isn’t my goddamned language,” I said, after tripping over dipthongs during dinner. medium.com Skyhigh How much does it cost to know how soon the sun will set? Is there a charge to view the moon? Or must I mourn the… medium.com Endgame A pier, a path, a life, that leads, follows. medium.com Nightfall The banks upon the scene go dim then fade: indigo, magenta, tangerine. medium.com Glorioso Why is it wine returns in kind what one expects of it? medium.com Which Me is Me? A Meditation in Verse medium.com Supine “I am flat on my back,” he said, Although he stood upright And looked all right. medium.com Fragment In my photograph, you think you see a salt-pitted sentry box, or a rain-slick fiddlehead in a cloud-enshrouded forest… medium.com On Being and Becoming Who am I? You are what you are. medium.com On Visiting Autumn Autumn, nature’s culmination, The relentless greens of summer gone, An end-of-season fireworks finale. medium.com Do You Care? Do you care who cuts your hair? Does it matter whose hand slips down your back and grasps the firmness of your soul? medium.com
