As she flashes her strapping bosoms wide Near Good Forest pulsates dark and wide Delicate trappings of a vixen rest by her side Sons and sinners of Babylon race outside … Naked with wild stallions, Jezebel does glide She is disguised, but says she has nothing to hide … Near Black River is swollen with bones and pride Seeing men are blinded by swells and tides.
Thus was borne the confusing color gray Scorched beneath a cloud-tangled sky Banished completely by Heaven’s eye! ‘Twas too heavy a burden to deny …
Near, God here too sits on a patch of blue Chiseled in red woods grow pines true … Beneath hard, stony paths brews a stew God sent, but hell bent, gushes hullabaloo … Utter greenery leaps from of this showcase Myths, folklore, and legends inflate its case Some imprudently try to alter Heaven’s face ‘Tis too much tomfoolery to trace!
We glance at a place where women mourn … Too many souls raced to toot their horn, Today, new roadside crosses …were born … ‘Twas a hell of a ride, this way well worn …
Today, we realized worthy died … Literary haste released and poets cried, Horns blew, bodies flew by her side … And the toll cost more than pride …
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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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An excellently penned, richly imaged poem; love the rhyme!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Elizabeth