It is salty - the dream straying to the lips. Like a prayer unhurried indented in the wind and ascended, cresting, from the ocean temple. In the cadence - flavour – of the waves that the sea crows swim - because they know - and that the vultures - because they can’t - eat rotten and chimerically sweet in silly, dizzy morsels washed ashore. Far. Infinitely far from the cliff.
I think I can relate to the sea crows and the vultures and I don't mind straying "far from the cliff" to have just a taste of those "silly, dizzy morsels" that are found on the shore.
Sharp agonizing images with stunning comparisons that flitter in the very edges of my understanding, This one will require re reading and contemplation.
Fee
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 21, 2007
Great scenery. A professionaly rendition of an extract from another poem. Victor
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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,
Share
Print
Save
Follow
I think I can relate to the sea crows and the vultures and I don't mind straying "far from the cliff" to have just a taste of those "silly, dizzy morsels" that are found on the shore.
Amo te muito,
Joseph
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Fee
Love and {{{{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}} on a snowy afternoon.
Leland