As the river ripples and eddys
past this rock on which I ponder.
I contemplate a life speeding by
without guide or map to follow.
And like the current my life wandered
from its spring to an unkown mouth.
Yet through this meandering traverse
my course found its way into yours.
Without thought to the canyons and hills
or dams that once blocked its way.
Our two flows now enjoined into one
to the delta, the sea and on.
SO WONDERFUL, BUDD! I ENJOYED EVERY LINE...THANKS. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader)
Reviewed on August 10, 2012
This brings me to a place and time..A thought and a thankfulness. This is written as gentle as the wind that kissed my face in winter's coldest moments and summer's lonely nights... I know this place where your thoughts have traveled....Delicate into the wind, you pen in beauty......
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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