5.)
The Stranger.
he stares once more
into her eyes, they seem
to weep but never do
let tears fall, but stay,
the sea breaks, true ,
there are no tears
in eyes that only seem
to weep, only surprise:
the sea breaks.
what do you say,
what do you see, as
his heart is borne there,
where it breaks for her,
where the sea breaks,
a stranger on the shore.
ii.
variation on form:
wor(l)ds within wor(l)ds obey
different laws
of nights & days,
a corresponding scenario
alters.
iii.
identity & fiction:
time is a convention,
a watch
unwinds hypnotically,
flying carpets share no ground,
above
below,
read in a mirror,
you appear to be transposed.
iv.
variation on form:
in form with,
time as, a convention.
a watch rewinds
through a reverse negative
to mirror night.
v.
take the butterfly
is it not versatile,
but crookedly.
vi.
Infinite variation:
the same manifestation
through
difference
is a paradoxical
act of nature.
vii.
as his fingers twitched,
he dared to look
at his finger tip tops.
viii.
the moth goes
to the flame, the serpent
came from the sea.
ix.
infinite paradox:
mirror at night,
a mirror in light.
x.
Rubbish trucks dispose
night, eerie workers
bay down the street signs.
Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2003
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Modes of Mystery 5.)
Robin, this is first-rate fantastic writing, both singularly AND when included with the rest of the poems in this series! I think this is truly outstanding, insightful, enigmatic (which I,personally like -- I appreciate a good challenge), and possessing some intricate metaphor and imagery!
Excellent synthsesis of philosophical thought and fanciful imagination:
"Infinite variation:
the same manifestation
through
difference
is a paradoxical
act of nature."
Superb! Another, please!
The final two get bit abstract, which isn't necessarily a good way to end, as it leaves the reader in a vapid realm. Nonetheless, in entirety this poem show well the craft you have, neither overstated nor terribly minimalist.
~Nikki~
As roared its defiance amongst the cedar tree
Lebanon will thou ere be free
Reach truest mind of the Rumi.
As so, dark stranger took thy reflections style
There on transliteration sought he a smile
Where else would thought transverse such measured mile
When clever poets with words, themselves profile.
Been out fishing all night on a friends boat, caught loads of small Cod.
Going to bed now, hope I am still not all at sea.
Looking forward to, nice codlings for my tea.
Oirdheirc Mor
I have learned a lot from "modes of mystery. 5.)", and enjoyed a profound reading.
I thank the Author of "modes of mystery. 5.)" for posting it.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU