The wind
it blows dust around
The sun
it sheds light in our eyes
The wind and the dust
They move together
always in the dark
Touch the dust
and the wind
it changes direction
Touch the wind
and the dust
it scatters
divides and settles anew
The wind and the dust
They move together always in the dark
Of god..?
He is the sun
The wind
The fuel
That powers our furnaces
Lights our lights
Grows our fields
Steers our courses
Of god?
Of god...?
He blows the dust around
Be it either
Man or beast
Light or dark
To challange the world to last forever
Of God....
He does not play dice with the wind
The wind
it blows dust around
It's all an accident
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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,
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Powerful emotional write!
~ Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~