Gray clouds fly
On chill winter winds
Leaving in their wake
Scattered flurries
And swirling brown leaves.
As painted horses huddle
In the corner
Of the paddock,
Their breaths fogging
About their heads,
Mists rise
From the meadow pond
Where ducks paddle,
Immune
To the near freezing temperature,
And black cattle graze
On hay rounds
Left
By a retreating tractor.
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,
(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
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Ejoyed you fantastic imagery
Thanks for sharing this gem of a write
Love & Peace be with you
William
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.