No wonder there are so many comments to this writing. Its very brevity is its substance. I truly appreciate this piece, all of it. There is hugeness to the concepts of: "divided but not apart" "....sins undefined" (that one is loaded with layers upon layers); and "heart purgatory," is about the best way I've ever seen heartache written down for the reading. "pretending to breathe" carries an essence of suffocation that can be felt just looking at those three words. Immaculate poetry in my eyes, Fee. ~~ Diana
I get a great deal out of reading these words because what they express is familiar to me. Thank you. I also wonder as to why you don't deem me worthy of a comment or two from you on the "stuff" that I share. Thank you for sharing, Fee. Love and peace,
Opposites attract. It's in our genetic makeup. Civilization is spent a lot of time and effort trying to deny it, but it cannot be denied. Viva la difference!
Fee, as long as we are still "Looking for a sign" there is reason for optimism, the breeding place for hope and expectation. Dick
Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)
Reviewed on July 1, 2012
a felt edge to this velvet verse... torrid and terse... like an anguished curse... put upon to rehearse... drenched in heavy darkness, alighting to rehearse... the same surly dreams... light and dark intersperse...
A rich poem, Fee...
Roger
Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)
Reviewed on July 1, 2012
Hope..the reason to go on...I read somewhere, I agree :) best wishes
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,
Loved the contrast, but so sad!
Mary
Deborah
Love ya face Cuz Hugs XOXOXO, Rose
Hugs,
Anna
emotional write.
Lady Mary Ann
Stark and real. Very moving, Fee.
blessings,
+Linda
Regis
Love ya!
Jane
Hugs,
Chrissie
It is my profound hope this is of the muse and not personal, you should be in the light..always.
Budd
Ron
A rich poem, Fee...
Roger