Just one drop
Is all it takes.
Just one drop
A universe makes.
Just one drop,
The ocean initiates.
Just one drop ,
A tear creates .
Just one drop,
A flower stimulates.
Just one drop,
Of dew evaporates.
Just one drop,
Of love our heart exaggerates.
Just one drop,
Of hope our mind appreciates.
Just one drop,
Of curiosity investigates.
Just one drop,
Of perfume satiates.
A drop.
Of sound resonates.
A drop.
Of honey ingratiates.
A drop.
Of venom terminates.
A drop.
Of acid eliminates.
A drop too many
Of alcohol inebriates.
A drop.
Of shame humiliates.
A drop.
Of virtue perpetuates.
A drop.
Of sunlight irradiates.
Just one drop,
A world to create.
When the drop evaporates,
A world disintegrates.
we are able to destroy this world easy, and in the end we will do that. Meanwhile, starting to write poetry by fingers, not by pen, we are on the way. . . the first is the logic of existence, the second are your magic fingers. Again, your final lines set the tone. Cheers, alex
Amazing what "just one drop" holds! That one drop can be the difference between life and death. I will never underestimate one drop of anything anymore. Thank you!
And our world is but one drop in the vast universe so, indeed, "When the drop evaporates/A world disintegrates." I think these would be wise words to heed as we continue to find so many new ways to destroy it.
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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