I wrote this about one subject but some have interpreted it differently. I will leave it up you, the reader. I hope it makes you think. I would appreciate knowing what you think it is about please.
An orchid just beginning to bloom
A cygnet who never learned to fly
A star child condemned in the womb
Gone now and we are left wondering why
Your talent trashed your hopes crushed
Pushed until you self-extinguished
Success, now your cries she has shushed
She cares not for those who now are anguished
Who urged you die a thousand times?
Ask the puritanical harridan
She used her tongue to commit crimes
She wrecked your mind again and again
Your constant torment is at an end
Ones who cared are left wondering why
Never to heal or ever comprehend
We will live with the guilt until we die
An orchid just beginning to bloom
Too young to be forever in a tomb
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Reviews of "Aftermath"
Reviewed by Mary Clark (Reader)
Reviewed on July 27, 2012
War and the "after math."
Reviewed by Connie Thompson (Reader)
Reviewed on June 2, 2010
This poem...all of your writing that I have read makes me think. It takes me away from myself to a distant place in thought. To me, this poem speaks of the atrocity, deceit and ambiguity of war...the "virgin" motivation quickly turned to ashes. For those left breathing...the soul crushed.
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,
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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or any woman whos life cut short who have tried to make a difference some kind of way
dying too young
Well penned!!
Love Tinka