The hours of loneliness are once again upon me.
The endless moments withering away, as evening passes into day.
The evening’s blues and purples turn to indigo, and then the next thing I’m seeing is a new day’s golden pink glow.
I wish that I could make it end;
the endless hours of a heart that just won’t mend.
Even when I fill the time, with busy things to do,
I find my mind and heart still wander to haunting thoughts of you.
I read, I think, I pray, and talk; I write, and sew, and take long walks.
But nothing I can do or say, can completely and totally take you away.
As much as I would like to be free,
my deepest emotions won’t let thoughts of you flee.
The mind, heart, and body are all one of a kind;
stubborn and selfish, sometimes being so unkind.
But the spirit and soul keep on day after day, leading the way while setting the pace, for that reckoning day, when it is too late to save face.
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,
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
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