A hidden breeze brushes softly,
Quite by suprise,
As I once again inhaled,
The sands of Arabia,
Travelling particles,
In the air, In my lungs,
As the Warmth engulfs my being,
I stand straight in the night,
Gazing at the lights bright,
Rich with energy and oil,
I think of myself,
No different am I,
Still a young girl,
Inside, Full of feeling,
The emotion is within,
I sense the passion.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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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