An expressive journey into love, and the denial of love...
Denial
Just because I feel euphoric when you stroll through my mind, it doesn't mean you light up my world. Honestly, positive people always have that affect on me.
Just because I go weak at the knees and butterflies assail me, it doesn't mean you excite me. I'm a nervous person see.
Just because I look at your picture more than once a day, it doesn't mean you're my eye-candy. I'm just admiring the impressive photography.
Just because your compliments make me skip, blush, and giggle girlishly, it doesn't mean you've touched the core of my femininity. I'm a rather shy person really.
Just because I feel your presence when you're not here, it doesn't mean we have a sacred connection. Pay no attention to my overactive imagination.
Just because I fantasize about you often, it doesn't mean you're my mind-candy. Brilliant intellects are a source of enthrallment for me.
And, just because I wrote this poem about you…it doesn't mean I'm falling for you. My Muse presides over the writing I do.
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,
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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Be safe,
Karen
Warmly,
Sage
Gotta love our muse.