"As the spring sun rises I might rise too / Finding myself in a forgiving clime"
Redeeming the Time
My hair has grown beyond the collars of Those autumn winter jackets I so love But this has now come just in time for spring When jackets are only worn at evening Or at morning but I am asleep then And I wear my jackets no matter when
Sweet spring come breathe on me and let me live As those who will leave a mark on their art To as I have been given freely give Enough to change the world or just my heart
I have no money for a haircut now Nor food nor dental care nor anything But stumble starving as handouts allow As one more than ready to see the spring
As the spring sun rises I might rise too Finding myself in a forgiving clime And maybe we all could just start anew Redeeming ourselves redeeming the time
Hey, this is beautiful. I am anxious for spring. Right now though, the March wind is breathing on me with too great a fury. I am routing April, showers and all with soft sweet smelling breezes fueled the the smell of daffodils.
God Bless,
Lew
Reviewed by June Thompson (Reader)
Reviewed on March 6, 2007
oh how I can feel this one as I too await the coming spring. The snow is melting away the snowman my girls and I made and I watch it as I watch them and wonder how sad I will be when they both have to go but joyous as they will return again soon...
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Regis
enjoyed,
thanks,
~D.
Chrissy
God Bless,
Lew