Still struggling with thoughts, not as bad as going into a room wondering "What am I doing here" or what am I looking for ....,,,, ?????
Not A Saint
~~~*~~~
My poems
Are not mostly about
Roses and sweet scents
Nor of butterflies fluttering
Around your heads
They are not obscene in anyway
Some are consisting
Of conundrums words
Woven into verses.
The readers will decide
Creating their own appropriate
opinions for any review
Worthy of my thoughts
As they read between the lines
I've penned upon my
Blank sheets of innocent paper.
THOUGH I MAY NOT ALWAYS AGREE WITH YOUR POETRY, I ALWAYS ENJOY IT, WILLIAM...WHETHER YOU'RE IN YOUR FANTASY MODE, OR REALITY MODE. AND, BY THE WAY, NOBODY IS A SAINT. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
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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Love ya!
Jane