Modes of Mystery 4.)
by Robin Ouzman Hislop — Read all 170 poems by Robin Ouzman Hislop
4.) i - vii.
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
4.).
i.
Shuf:Vjha.
Wind binds,
how it binds,
here, forevermore,
evermore &
nevermore.
Wind sighs,
binds as i call,
here, where i linger,
beyond echoes & tempests,
no refuge lasts,
Shuf:Vjha
binds,
as i linger,
for one kiss more,
evermore, forevermore.
ii.
Her eyes move away from recognition, to the wall, where she finds him.
iii.
in the final fraction instant the finger on the button
stayed, we were saved, i repeat, by hessy & pessy, i repeat,
it didn´t happen, this is salvation, but it did, did, did,
in the final fraction instant the finger on the the button
packed in, it didn´t stay & the final fraction packed in,
i repeat, over stile & hoof clod, final finger packed in.
iv.
Live on names with all
your fame on the edge there´s
only words left to go.
v.
High window skyline:
mountain darkness mixes in
city light´s distance.
vi.
From the mountain´s edge
purple clouds sail by a high
window wind rattles.
vii.
Purple cloud spectrum
blacks out in a high window,
now only the wind.
Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2002
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Greetings from Atlanta.
Goreja.com
I usually knock those off in about twenty minutes, (having not gone to school, I am a bit slow) but I always get there, tortoise and the hare syndrome, I have always been a good finisher.
Being a kick Boxer I like to save the big punch for the last round.
You are going from strength to strength lad.
Bet you give the judges some headaches.
All the best.
Oirdheirc Mor