I see you standing there
Watching me
Thinking
He could be me
I could be him
We could be together
But were so far apart
Lines drawn in the sand
That we could never cross
I see you standing there
Watching me
Wondering
Could he be the one
Can he complete me
Make my world
The world I knew it would be
But your world is not mine
And my world is my own
I see you standing there
Watching me
Shouting
Trying to get my attention
With strong words
Persuasive thoughts
A flash of a smile
And a light touch
But I’m gone
I see you standing there
Watching me
Sighing
Knowing that all I say is true
Two people like us
Can never be
Its not going to work
When all you do is stand there
Watching me
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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,
Be safe,
Karen