THERE IS
There is a song I sing
I only sing it in one key
There is a dance
I dance
on one foot
it is done
and without chance
of romance
there is a stroll I take
around a beautiful foreboding
deep dark lake,
just quiet, no words
no lies, no fake
there is a book I often read
the pages blank
confusion stares at me
there is a question I ask of me
the answer never surfaces
the solution there
may never be,
there is a tree
under it I sit
contemplate, why
wondering the meaning
of it...thinking deeply
into the reason I be
the puzzled pieces I see.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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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