hangers they’re called
by some, those leftovers
after winds molest the
plains, the flotsam
of storms too big
for video capture.
these hangers linger, hiding
at forty feet, swaying
with each new moon,
hanging and swinging
above.
few watch, few wait
for limb to fall; humans
mow their lawn, plant roses
sensing sun’s heat.
when they fall, hangers
glide like geese
waiting for splash time,
a swish, a feeling of doom;
no one tells the child
to move,
no one sees limbs fall,
but thumps bring
parents to windows
and children have no time
to look.
I somehow missed this yesterday, but am glad I found it today. An excellent poem that allows the reader to make up their own minds as to what this elusive terror is, which is what makes it so effective...sometimes its what one CAN'T see that makes one afraid...what Stephen King once called "the shape under the sheet". A stunning, well crafted poem.
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2005
Very Powerful deep poem. Monsters of all shapes and sizes everywhere. Magnificent poem
Tracey
A visual nightmare you have penned--in dramatic fashion! I, too, agree with Erin, a powerful, thought provoking write. I know that monster of fear, all too well, living in tornado alley.
A startling, vivid composition, Larry. I get the impression of more than debris falling, I feel planes and the times and fears falling upon those children. An eerie, surreal write which I'm sure each reader will ponder, monsters are real, we always need to be watching out our windows, now. And that is the worst monster of all, fear.
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 further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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A visual nightmare you have penned--in dramatic fashion! I, too, agree with Erin, a powerful, thought provoking write. I know that monster of fear, all too well, living in tornado alley.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Love Tinka
Erin