He had a sad face,
Really needed a friend.
I almost turned away,
He had Your eyes
So I stayed and cheered him
Back to living.
Then came another,
Long hair,sunken cheeks, empty eyes,
I almost turned away, but then
He touched me, and I felt
Your gentle hands,
So I stayed, and he
Won the battle.
Then came still another,
Struggling to win over poverty
I almost turned away, but then
I saw his face,
He had Your warm and tender smile.
So I stayed, and helped him
Find a better day.
You're always there
In each and every one,
Some little part of You,
To show the magic power
That Love contains.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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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