Skylines
by Robin Ouzman Hislop — Read all 170 poems by Robin Ouzman Hislop
Monday, November 24, 2003
Skylines.
i.
clouds resist the edge
not of sky or of water
but of vastness:
raindrops.
to each of the drops
every drop is a drop
to the ground:
vastness.
skyline dives on the edge,
where clouds resist,
yet unsayable:
raindrops.
this diminished world
on the edge of a window
skyline, drinks:
vastness.
ii.
winter combines light:
familiar scenery
parts in difference.
dormant landscapes lay
slumbering dreaming beneath
the window´s skyline,
obscure over
images summer lifted
only to dazzle.
iii.
way of the white clouds:
snow melts on distant mountains,
so seem the white clouds.
no clouds move, below
a city spellbound under
vermillion streak.
sounds invisible,
as if bird´s wing could break through
the sound barrier.
yet the ridge, still grits
its teeth for coming frost bite,
grimly, to determine.
iv.
Worship earth´s face
as moods of Gaia,
but before the blast, we
are helpless.
placate, marvel, wonder,
crawl in terror & awe,
they are but her
seasonal whims to season
in your bosom.
Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2003
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this was sort of giving us reality in chunks, on moving in, and another over, I felt a stillness in the piece, as if thunder anytime to erupt, and knowing raindrops were bailing, the high ground for the low, ty Al
I was galloping along nicely there, then I had to throw the anchors on.
Nearly went straight over the handlebars.
“Unsayable” by golly now that is a serious statement
Now what would that mean Skyline dives on the edge where clouds resist,
(But are retractable,) Ah got it silly me.
I like the Roman touch too Tellus , and the Greek Goddess of the Earth.
Very good, enjoyed this.
Mor.
seasonal whims to season
in your bosom. <-----how beautiful......your words are well heard.....ty, Dani
Greetings.