I have walked this road before
I have gained some ground and learned some lesson
But just when I feel it is safe to move to the next step
I feel myself falling
Falling like a tight rope walker missing a step
Only to find myself back on the ground with my face towards the sky.
I missed a step
Didn’t learn a lesson
Did not listen to some important information
Now I am back facing the same crap
Only this time the crap is a lot fouler
There is a lot more of it
And I am a lot more tired
I can’t escape it even if I wanted to try
I have learned one thing
There is no avoiding the crap
You get it or it comes and finds you
But face it you must
I have walked this road before and I am tired
So I have decided to roll up my sleeve, buckle down, pick up my shovel and get crap out of my way
I an’t traveling this road no more.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
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,
With Love,
Cindy