Old men sit smiling at young women remembering the dreams of yesteryear. Preening, stretching, bragging of past romantic encounters as they wish for the warmth of youth.
Old men sit smiling at checkers worn by time and play. Pausing to listen to falling leaves they consider the coming winter of their lives. Lives filled with joy, pain, and the pleasure of discovery that they are looked upon with love.
Old men sit smiling at nothing it seems but their heads are filled with dreams of times gone by and times to come. AS THEY AWAIT THE ARRIVAL OF A DISTANT DRUM.
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
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