Just today I thought I saw you standing with your back to me. I called your name, but I got no answer. Your image vanished like it was a dream.
Everytime that I've washed myself clean of you Just when I'm feeling good again Your vision brings me to my knees like some forgotten fool Trapped by this mystical obsession
Can't go many places nowdays that you and I haven't been before. The pretty people, the work, the parties I move so fast but I'm getting bored
Another place in time I was swept away by your raging storm without a care, without a question Living for the moment Blindly moving toward the edge Trapped by this mystical obsession
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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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much enjoyed.
the mystics were always obsessed.
thanks,
d.
xcellent poem ...
~ Sara
Edwin, everyone can relate to this feeling...
etw