We see through uneven eyes
Translated by the mind
Providing information
Unequal, mismatched
Because we only see one-side
We see from uneven eyes
balanced in harmonious disguise.
To gain a true picture,
Capture representations
Real meaning to life’s orchestra…
So deep in its splendour
Despite
All the chaos and the pains,
The poverty, chains
Our uneven eyes
Witness the torture and tears
Of our brother’s and sister’s fears.
We see the denigration
And heartbreak
Inflicted on others because of one’s own self-hate.
So much sadness, so much distain
For our human people
Our family so profane .
Our freedom is each other’s
It’s not ours alone.
Our eyes need to even the score
Care to look, to see, really be, and love oh love some more
Absorb life’s beauty
take in it’s awe
see clearly with even eyes translated by a steady mind
undistorted, not slanted, balanced, compassionate ever more.
Seeing with even eyes from mature, healthy minds
Enables the world to live again.
Where we are free.
Not limited by one’s own blinding beliefs,
Nor fearing life’s strife.
Instead loving us, loving you
Diverse, yes oh so different
Our unique differences build the unity of life.
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,
Felix