When I opened the window everything was different,
I felt a breeze on my face with the fragrance of Hyacinths.
I opened a door and to my surprise,
when I stepped past its threshold, it was as if…… for the first time, I opened my eyes.
Cascading fields flowing waves through the winter wheat and rye,
birds winging music upon the fretless air in the sky,
freedom’s songs devoid of directions, or a care to deny.
And then what came next,……………….I opened my mind.
Through my imagination I then realized,
that I have been blind.
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,
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
Best Wishes,
Christine
How could I not though as you share
your soul and your heart with us all?
Open Minded Awareness's
Vickie