i.
Mood of mystery,
steals away, like
a thief in the night.
ii.
A poem is more than
an asthetic object
& not the world.
iii.
When the eye can be
so wide in the world
why does it shrink so!?
iv.
Anonymity
means everyone,
no friend to the stranger.
v.
Phased in & out
nature protects us,
but from what, from ourselves!?
vi.
Time is a wibble wobble,
so is sex,
in the head, in bed.
vii.
Do not question that
burnished gold autumnal leaf
bodes twilight.
viii.
My words quest the muse,
the way of gnosis,
so much the better.
ix.
You are my muse,
you are speaking to me,
I stare back at you.
x.
Moods of mystery,
monuments topple,
you are yet surprised.
Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2003
All rights reserved.
Modes of Mystery
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Love in Christ~~
Bonnie Q
Unicorn Haven
I just read your bio and think you have had a very interesting life so far!
Best wishes
from
kay.
p.s.
looking forward to reading more of yours.
Enchanting.......ty, Dani
These are true flawless glimmering gems of wisdom and truth all rounding to that final flawless diamond..."Poetry is indeed our viewscopes to how we see all!"
~Nikki~
"A poem is more than
an asthetic object
& not the world."
A poem is a lens through which we see the world. It's not like an ornament that we wear or use to decorate our room. Though I've met some folks who would like to make poems into decorative plaques with pretty words to decorate their walls. :)