"Whose life is pure
as winter's snow?
Can one man say...
he's sinless so...
He'll place your life
instead of his,
upon a tiny...
microscopic lens."
Great points made in this poem. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis
How very true. I'll always pray, that judging, both giving and receiving, will stay away. Nothing good ever comes from it.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 27, 2005
Eloquently written poetry about the age-old dilemma of who is suited to judge another human. Truth lies somewhere in the middle and unfortunately, we DO have to have judges, although in many respects they are no cleaner than those they judge. It is not a perfect system.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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,
Peace and sunshine
loved the way you put it out there!!!
take care
ever so true
thanks Mizzlady for sharing
William......Peace
as winter's snow?
Can one man say...
he's sinless so...
He'll place your life
instead of his,
upon a tiny...
microscopic lens."
Great points made in this poem. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis
love tinka
have made your point with a bullseye!
Fantastic poem!